faith

i. counterpoint

so certain this cannot end well,
we see the seeds of failure sown
by every word it takes to tell
the weight of being so alone.

anticipation of betrayal
broods splinter-like beneath the skin.
the heart turns brittle, cold & frail,
prepared for grief to dwell within.

what love is strong enough to brave
the precipice of such a keep;
what heart would not retreat to save
itself from wounds that ran so deep?

we tense for the expected blow...
by thinking it, we make it so.

ii. motif

as weeks passed even he could see
the feeling she left unexpressed:
she wanted him & patiently
was quickening his interest.

she made him see her differently,
be more aware of her nearby,
until her movements naturally
elicited a like reply.

belief in love & ecstasy
creates a space where they may grow,
the edge of possibility
a wedge to split the status quo.

inviting love to come to you
is often all you need to do.

iii. harmony

a universal spirit fills
the quantum gaps between events,
the pleasure of her touch distils
serenity from turbulence.

she times her rhythms to my pace
as eager as a bride to please,
but just as surely turns her face
from harsh words or disharmonies.

if expectation is the mould
in which experience is cast,
why let its outline be controlled
by errors and regrets long past?

how sweet this life, if i can just
embrace it with a child’s trust.

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