Lovers Meeting

 
 
 
Carry her with love.
Always, in your truest places.
She is a woman upon the Earth
in a land of briar and weeds.
It is so easy to fall
to fail to thrive
set upon by slavering beasts
and prophets.
You know she yearns to serve
so well
that none could find fault.
Yet every agonizing step
like angry knives
cutting from below
hobbles her further, deeper,
leaving less to give.
Bloody prints mark her
dusty trail.
Thirsting for replenishment
of love.
Carry her into your
secreted wellsprings,
reverent caverns,
journey’s end.
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