pour through me again. love, i have missed you. kiss me gently on the highest part of my cheek, where the skin is soft and sensitive to the way your lips press down, letting me know you feel the tender parts.
soften my spirit while preserving the strength to be bold in my caring, and fierce in my knowing.
someone spoke of vulnerability tonight. falling out of my lips, I learned that to me, vulnerability is letting myself be changed by the craftsmanship of life’s impact. to rest buoyant and supported in the unknown, watching myself stand tall in this body, while being unravelled by love.