Perfectly Loved

Here I am
(see me?)

Morning dew sits on the sharpest
of blades proving cuts don’t always bleed
as they share pearls from heaven
in their offering.

Petals have fallen into the long sleep
where I too, still keep that slip of hope alive.

Sometimes fragile

Ruffled
but standing and ready to
move into another new day
suddenly catch myself remembering
sweet breath which fell on my cheek
from the lightest kiss

and,

still holding the essence
tingle
as breath and memory merge

In the pause of one heart beat
you show me
what it is to be so
perfectly loved.

~*~

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