He said I looked like candy and saw my sweetness without tasting but with knowing. I admit those words were like silken honey oozing into scars and kissing better memories of wars etched into my skin.
Under his gaze I felt like a flower blooming open petal by petal under sunlit cosmic rays, sometimes revealing a nectar but sometimes turning away.
This work we do, revealing and retreating into sacred space of the beloved's arms yet finding not the other but myself.
When love means freedom, the triggers are the guides and the path to home. What a beautiful blessing to share with the other, a sacredness and holy truth