Each Pore a Door
Each pore a door, so spake folk lore
God’s abode is within
Pure of heart feel blessings in-pour
Bliss bubbling on our skin
There’s nothing to apprise
Each breath offers surprise
As love pulse thus does rise
Why ask for more
Each pore a door
17-March-2022
Quietus
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