Slip beneath the sheets of all that is a façade
Layered on to reinforce the thickness of the skin
So that wounds within
Are not brushed by
Light or wind.

There is pain in the airing out of spaces unchained
Within the heart;
Yet, there is an aching for just that,

Like a lost soul out on some wild and dusty road

Craves the stars

Lead me to soft hands
In the dark
That deftly release the buttons of my shirt
And slip inside
To pull me into a breaking
That shatters and unites

The soul with God.