My e-Sheaf

Him

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Him.

My pores ooze pure hate.
He who is everything.
He who is nothing.
My skin itches at the very thought.

My heart frozen, hidden.
His warm glare intent,
Melting me into his power.

The glare smiles.

My soul sneaks a look.

Thronging pain subsided.
My mind unlocked.
Open…..to Him.

The pressure of blood,
Shaking of the muscles,
            Leaking away.
I can feel it drain through my skin.
Accumulating at my fingertips.

Thudding heavily to the ground.

Emotions returned to the earth.

He sweeps over me,
                  Fills me with love.
My heart melts…..back into his arms.

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