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everything before this moment every sin you think you’ve committed every heinous act you believe you’re guilty of every spike of shame your stomach dropped for, smashed every which way white wine bottle style for, made your pores bleed profusely with frustrated swears for, does not matter. repeat after me, darling: it does. not. matter. because in this moment, the truth, present in your form, sits here, aching light, in my arms.

How can it be... That so quickly you reduce me to this... My heart flutters like the wings of a hummingbird on the wind And my eyes know not where to reside, but still are drawn back to you And my hands become nervous creatures, Moving in restless patterns with whatever happens to be in reach. But...despite all this my mind is calm, Betrayed not by what my body says. Still the words remain, sitting patiently on my tongue... Until they find enough order to take flight from my lips in the form of spoken words-- Like birds taking wing for the first time. For if there is one that you do to me that I can understand Its this--this inspiration of