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For Love Itself

by | Jan 26, 2014 | poems | 0 comments

“For Love”

(not for love of something or someone but for Love itself)

knocking
knocking at your door
i am prostrate at the altar of you
i run and hide and rage
only to return
humbled
by the knowing
that without you
i am merely a rented costume
empty of meaning
or life
i bow in reverence
and to reverence i return
it is only in the space of you
that i become truly alive
anything else is merely existence
as my heart breaks open
i know i am expanding
this
this is why
they call it growing pains

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