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She stands
Silently Arm outstretchedHands together, open Gently cradling It.She waits. It glistens and pulsesalive Red-brown fibers of loveher essence once protectednow exposed. She waits.One walks by looking at Itand laughing. It bleedsand she caresses it keeping it alivehands still outstretched. She waits.One walks by looks at Itand takes It as his own. he uses Itdraining the blood from It. he tosses It away.discarded trash. She picks It upcleans It nourishes It until It throbs again.She waits. Arms outstretched,palms open she guards It nowsharing Its pain feeling Its gentle throbof life hope.She waits. One comes byHe walks around studying It closelynoting the scars the jagged pieces that were torn awaythe dullness caused by the laughter. He reaches out to touch Itgentle patient.It waits. He stands stillreaches inside himself then holds arms outstretchedpalms open holding It out to hers,mismatched pair scarred separately.They wait. Arms outstretchedtoward each other drawn together untilthe pieces touch pounding in perfect rhythmeach healing the wounds in the other becoming whole.It heals. |
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These pages created by Lori Miller, copyright 2004. Last updated May 24, 2007. |