The Rock Immersed

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Startled awake to the light of the moon

I search in the night air for your goodnight

As I have always searched unknowing and deaf

I am cold afraid and crave the warmth of your hips

Spooned into mine and the scent of your hair

On my face to sleep secure you are mine

But I am awed, my love

You see me as I am, and yet I am the rock

A rock awash in the reflection of the pool

A rock suffering its own immersion

Only to find redemption in your words.

The Rock Immersed  - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                    28