Not Quite Cupped Hands

　　Man is liberated from the jaws

　　Let me be honest with my love.

　　If the universe and its guardians

　　can adore someone like me,

　　I can, I must, break through my

　　own fortress walls, lower the bridges

　　and drain the misty moat.

　　I know each of you by name,

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　　Your deepest beliefs, the faith you

　　keep shrouded from even yourself.

　　You can`t drink from the stars

　　and keep the cup clasped in your

　　hands for long. This cup must pass,

　　tip, flow like a new Milky Way.

　　Loving you is picking the lock,

　　facing the braided mirror

　　and not caring if the face peering

　　back is yours or mine.

　　Loving him is the crisp smell

　　of mountain trees at the tipping

　　point of night. Loving her

　　is the warm texture of June

　　that writes in every flower`s

　　open pages.

　　Loving you is coming home,

　　sweet,

　　sweet home.