I Am Present to Vulnerability
Brave are the ones who choose vulnerability - even when the scent of burned flesh from a lifetime ago remains pungent in their mind.
“let me give you myself in words,”
she whispered—in her hands soul and heart
folded and bent, shaped as letters.
warm hands met hers—skin whispering
promises of cherishment and care.
and for a moment, his eyes met hers
blind to the licking flames burning
down the world around them
burning everything until her words,
igniting it all, were no more than ash