of holding you inside of you
and offering myself the glory of liberation –
the freedom of bliss, a physical love
the embrace over weeping
may be a thing paternal but also a latching belonging,
to squeeze and not to thrust
to clasp but not to choke;
Release,
the most glorious of omnipotent offerings,
beyond pain and anguish for in the shadows of all failure comes
the giving of pleasure,
a world fulfilled and pain gone extinguished –
no longer tears but the trembles of frailty
atop crisp sheets,
all of life so suddenly alive,
Life, the All of it suddenly so clear.