holy light

Visions of your face
hold me
in existential awe
of desire's holiness.

I can feel
the warmth of your skin
without even touching,
and I choose
to surrender
to your embrace
despite my blazing fear
of harm.

Our eyes meet...

You see me,
and I see you.

My brow is flat -
free from the work
and anxiety of hiding.

Your eyes are clear -
easily focused and wholly unguarded -
as you penetrate the core of me
with compassion.

For one miraculous moment,
the world around us is
quiet,
still,
darkened in temporary irrelevance
as truth
closes the space between us
with holy light.