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Union

Updated on February 1, 2016

If I could speak, right now, in this present moment,

Freely,

parting these lips, making them vulnerable, lovable,

breathing you in to exhale our Truth,

they would sing to you the pattern of my Core,

weaving a tapestry though imagery that makes up the quilt of my past,

for you wrap around your good-hearted self and Know a knowing that is beyond compare.



If these hands did not shake, they might move in rhythmic dance,

index fingers and thumbs placed together to wind through the air like a moving bird of flight,

to lift and carry you on Swan’s wings to the place where I am Me and You are You,

without exception and without fear.



If these eyes could look at you, directly, and hold your steady gaze,

you would See what I have Seen.

There, in the pupil, among the golds and greens, among the frustrated tears shed,

lives the promise of your -

kisses on these lips,

lives the Knowledge of your -

ring on this hand,

and the Vision of -

a new pair of eyes forming from this Union.

© 2016 Marié Patricia Nicolina Murray

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      Lori Colbo 16 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Lovely.

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      John Hansen 15 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Beautifully written poem and stunning images.

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      Surabhi Kaura 15 months ago

      I am entranced by your depth and clarity, my dear. This is amazing. Cool images. A vivid image painted.

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