Touch Therapy - 9

She spoke to me about the semantics of shame, the seduction and flame, the name of the pain, lunatic loop of lost meaning, complaining of symptoms remaining robust and teething weighing upon me morning through evening like a stoney smoke stifling, misidentifying the madness of this sadness as inherent illness primordial and permanent, the face of Her wisdom a jewel of enlightenment, a catharsis burning on the coals of my ingrown crown, Her voice vouches for my vim as she says to me with a cerulean sympathy, The Mind must make Itself as a heart must learn to heat the soul, emote to promote the promise of your pulse, you are not a puzzle you are a powerful purpose, emotions are the lights of your eyes the colors of your concepts, the verve of your values, find no shame from your sensitivity, make love with your intensity... J.A.B. 2023