This is our meeting place,
Our holy communion
Where we speak
Without mouths
The tongues of angels--
Your voice flooding
The pocket in my spirit,
Flowing over
Into all my limbs.

I wax golden--
A harmonious being
Thriving with senses
Beyond the planes of earth.

In your palms
You twist me,
Braiding my flesh,
My heart, my will,
With yours.

Hiding Place
By Heather McCuen Dearmon

Lovely one,
Let me in through your window
And crawl into your hiding place.

You are all in my nothing,
A promise I nearly forgot.

Cherished love,
Let me in through your eyes,
Coax and thrill all the wonders
That vibrate my soul.

I long to curl up
In your hiding place
And pray with you.

I want to enter all the joy and sorrow
Within your eyes.

Soft and lovely,
The song in your arms.

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