Observing Reopenings

observing reopenings

Observing Reopenings

This place inside you
Full of all that ever-hurt
Has finally let you through
To me, as nice and gentle
I knew of your strength
You tried to reach with all that
Wound upon it, that they
Webbed into every part of
Your world of their resentment
Of the smartest mountains
You climb, you make
Attaining the babies upon it
For your first time of
Not possessing into a slave
The creation of another
Instead is full of penetrating
Fertilization, gestation
Instead is becoming in your
Inside where the abusers killed?
Rebirthed now to be yours
Not theirs ever again, My Love
Not theirs
Your world, your every seed
Is there again on the wind
Brewing in your idle time
Where I now sleep upon
Your mind reminding you
My heart is beating
Telling you to call me

She, there, on your mind like that
Is only visiting as you
Can tell her where to be inside
She will be where your love
Of her, of me, has filled you
And will always exist upon request
She wakes there too, for you
When you are this strong
To meet me with your caressed
Soul, no longer teacher
Of the wounds to heal
You now live in this pleasure
Of your happy healing real
Because you were always
As smart as the likes of me, as you
Found me because of that
And you now dwell upon this
Possibility of equal
Of masters and puzzle pieces
Tucked as a perfect penetration
To wait over the creations
We dust over this Universe
You once thought didn't
Understand, with lonely stranger
Now is a warm puppy pile
Of every thought we share
To fill up your bed nightly
Of my sleeping whispers
To call me yours, in words

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