It’s not that…
love’s spirit demands
that I master tenderness
my SELF of my heart
To allow its lure
to pull me into the deep
the condition of my birth
supple souls within
hope granted anew, begin
out, right, immersion
dunked in callous worlds
wading winds of ruthlessness
‘eternal’ revealed
It is that I must…
water tenderly
what ‘is’ my SELF of my heart
raise pumped blood and live