Blessed Be She.

Kiss on the cheek,

gentle touch,

release,

brushed of a feather,

so airy,

can not yet comprehend,

or fathom,

and so, delicate,

and yet,

beyond heavy,

washes over me,

flodgates open,

waves of the tsunami,

torrent,

raging seas,

washed ashore,

salt water,

beachhead of Normandy,

defenseless,

so very much,

vulnerable,

helpless,

exposed to,

The Elements,

Alkonost,

Sister Mercy,

can not move,

and can not speak,

fighting, spirit,

whisper, softly into my ear,

waters, recede.

You are a good person, too.

Don't worry about this here.

You are a good person, genuinely so,

And you will thrive here, there.

Or elsewhere.

But you are a genuinely good person, all the same.

I believe in you.

I believe in you.

Apple strays not too far, from the tree.

Kiss on the cheek,

both hands, arms,

wrapped around me,

waters recede,

gentle touch,

warmth of her soft shoulders,

softness of her

form,

against mine.

Can not speak,

shapeless,

formless,

tension, released.

Can only weep by myself, when no one looks or sees.

Gentle, release.