...and so she raised her hand to me, and wilfully did I receive the back of it... Healing love
...and so she raised her hand to me,
and wilfully did I receive the back of it,
its graceful arc reminiscent of her hip
as it swung up and across
to wipe tears from my cheek.
...and so I raised my hand to her,
to cup her beautiful, gloriously loving face,
and whisper that I loved her,
while her eyes drank the truth from mine,
and our lips caressed as souls do.
...and thus we held our children,
fruit of our union,
loves of our love,
impossibly sweet and beautiful
and every bit of them ours.