mo ghràidh, in loving you as I do
I feel the wholesome warmth
of the gentlest autumn sun
bathing my face in felicity

when you touch me, eager waves
of clarified hope heartfully
spread from your fingertips
caressing my weary limbs

in reaching out for joyful you
I feel the wizened withering gray
of my gaining years failing
fall quite humbled to the earth

facsimiles of mundane being
beadingly clinging desperately
to my skin begin to peel away
while rays of healing surround me

when you hold me, my sweet love
I know at last the touch of truth
and the passionate embrace
of glorious Brìghde ascendent

Salt Lake City 03 July 2022

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