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.
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Show me your pursuit,
so that I may surrender.
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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
