One loving fingertip
after one loving fingertip
softly and firmly
through touch
on my skin
you rip
through horrors
lived nightly
relived visions
unsightly
feeding back the light
with loving spoonfuls
of you
softened voice in my ear
tearing through
the fear
words dripped
off your tongue
pull me back
from when I was young
when the dark road tripped
peace rendered
unclipped
now tenderly tendered
fingers and lips
undoes the backward
slips
revealed a piece
of myself
until then hidden
on a deep dusted shelf
at the back of my mind
I thought no one would
find
historically
would cause me to run, flee
this exposure
of privately held me
ironically
with you
it's the opposite
I want to do
magnet pulls
inevitable
to you.

J.C. honey-owl 30/07/2019.