Bring me your sweat; 

heart pounding, 

veins pulsing, 

aura throbbing. 

. 

Bring me your voice; 

roars unstifled, 

throat wide open, 

truths spoken. 

. 

Bring me your tears; 

heart raw, 

eyes open, 

gaze unaverted. 
 

. 

Bring me your breath; 

deep and slow, 

circulating through the orbit, 

merging with my own. 

. 

Bring me your presence; 

hearts beating as one, 

each sensation honored, 

an unbreakable container forged. 

. 

Bring me your strength; 

unwavering as I storm, 

a safe harbor, 

a space held. 

. 

Bring me your body, 

so that I may trace the 

the belt of orion in your freckles 

and hear the stories told by your scars. 

. 

Show me your strength 

and your weakness. 

. 

Show me your light 

and your darkness. 

. 

Show me your humanness 

and your god-nature. 

. 

Show me your pursuit, 

so that I may surrender. 

. 

Bring me  Y O U 

in your entirety 

or nothing at all… 

…for no other version of you 

will step foot in my temple or 

know the depths of my heart. 

~ Andrea E Nicholas