Relationship, honor, trust, these are tricky things. We pay for our lack of skill, mastery, by turning off, turning away. But oh, the gifts that we may reap with open transparency. This is my poem about it.
We had a quick chat, didn’t we …
A moment where thoughts, words, feelings
flowed between just us
shielded from the rush of life outside.
sheer walls of intimacy.
transparent column of trusting.
clear bond of
love and honor.
weaving sanctity and
reverence into light.