Ascent
By sweat of lust inked,
animal instinct,
if be what drives us,
dark fears will nonplus.
Head-heart hand in glove,
weaved in threads of love,
discerns right from wrong,
taking all along.
When touch be gentle,
thoughts nonjudgmental,
our heart’s warm embrace
invokes divine grace.
29-January-2023
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