Linda Goodman Love Poemswe could never recall the exact moment
perhaps it was that transcendental morning
..myabe sooner, maybe later
when the veils were torn away
from our sleeping eyes
and our thirst was quenched with flooding waters
no earthly wisdom offered a reason
for two souls to so leap up in such unison
and follow a then unseen star
like two curious pilgrims
we heard a strange music, as we walked together
each stopping to wait
when one fell behind in confusion
with a tenderness and understanding
foreign to our fiery spirits
until finally, our wills blended so completely
the blending shamefully had to be covered
with little hurts and lies
to protect it
from the hungry and envious tigers
ready to attack it with stormy, mortal passions
do you not yet see
how those robes we wore, of pain dyed in pride
clashed with the brilliant colors of our auras?
ah! we were truer naked
never mind how vulnerable
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