Respark the Soul

I can still feel

your hands wrapped

around my wretched waist

as I buried my burdens

in every crack and crevice

of your angelic face,

letting our passion

take the reins.

Skin to skin,

sin to sin.

I want to be

the hands

that help you

discover

the beauty

of

your

imperfections.

I can still feel

the pressure

of your soft,

pink lips

against my

delicate

skin.

Even when

the world is

against us,

I want to be

the hands

that show

you the way

to sanctuary.

The calm

in your storm,

even when the tide

threatens to drown

us both

Bruised but never broken,

Our pieces together can

be the lifeguard

that leads us home...

The way the

morning sun

caresses this

troubled

world

illuminating

our

weary

hearts

with

hope.

Let me be

the one

who

re-sparks

your soul.

Let me

be the one

who

shows us

what it’s finally

like

to be whole.

Photo © Lisa Fotios