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You said, “Come here.

I’ve been waiting, longing to touch you.” This place is home. In you, I find answered prayers in the belly of wanton love.

I smell Earth.

It surrounds me.

Holy is the lamb, it was slain for us. We weep in remembrance of a stained past.

Our lights shine, glory on dirt-filled weekends, boosting village morale.

I Thunder. I Quake. I Erupt.

In your grasp, a terrible feeling creeps in, alerts our hearts, and reminds us of unknown doubt.

We knew this would happen.

One night stands expire quickly.

You are sure you will see me again, “Someday soon,” you say.

I know a lie when I hear one. It sounds the same, no matter the speaker. But, you assure me, “This will happen again.”

I am a lover lamenting over you.

I am lamenting loving only you.

But, you leave anyway.

You always do.

Image Credit: Miki De Goodaboom

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