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Writer's picturebruce Lyon

Beloved

Beloved


The only thing that has ever kept me from your arms

is this lack of courage


this need in me to hold something or someone

who does not demand my immediate and total surrender

all my loving has been a stalling


or at best a demand for divine foreplay

but now I see, thank God


that you will tolerate no more dissembling

the last words from these soul lips....”finally”


Beloved


there is no mistaking that wild light in your eye

or the eternity shuddering through these twitching limbs

when we come for each other

there is no other


the ashes of the self blowing across the empty plains of longing

leaving only this radiant beauty


shining


from the fierce heart of freedom


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