Brigid Bishop on Life, Love and The Art of Living

Embrace

I embraced his sorrow, he embraced my pain.

I returned his voice to him bruised, yet still the same.

I let him speak out freely, and heard his stifled thoughts.

Something wounded in his laugh, made me think him lost.

I listened as tenderly as I might, I waited til the end.

He seemed exhausted and yet, he seemed energized again.

I thought of the years gone past, how we shared delicious desire.

I thought of the evenings spent lonely with desire.

I embraced his soul once more, held it in my mind.

I caressed his heart again.

Loved him one more time.

Bridget J. Delfine

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