Love's Strong Arms

Gorgeous image borrowed from here

Today, my only prayer is this: 

Please, pretty please

 let me meet 

each thing before me

with newborn eyes. Let me know

that every 

single 

bit of it

is divinity in disguise.

With an inhale 

that takes me all 

the way 

inside

I wrap around this soft bodied breather, pausing

to allow her to kiss

passionately back. Naked and ready 

I drop beneath layers of words and walls

passed plans that pull 

and steal 

the new. Inside the belly 

of this one and only now, I exhale 

all that is extra, sinking – sinking

until each swimming cell in me knows

that no one, that no thing 

outside of my own poetic skin 

can save me.  I fall until I find myself 

drenched and soaking 

in springs soft 

and sheltering.  Until – finally 

I come to rest inside 

the womb 

of the most quiet 

kind of quiet.  

Rooted in the center 

of this warm earth body

kind eyes invite me

to feast and swim

like an infant

in Love's strong arms –  to fall back laughing

to fall back knowing

it is safe.  It is safe to be

me.