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its been awhile since I just allowed words to spill out like this with no correction; so rather than a poem, I'd say this is more creative junk in the works still...

faith is only the initial opening of the heart

after comes blindness

and the despairing questions that keep

fussing with the blankets over the bed

stay still

breathe deep

wait

 

love is innocence regained

after the long drought

and the crazed cracking of the ground

when you laid your head on his chest

and felt his heartbeat like a christening

await me

deeply breathed

arrive