Your beatiful words.

I melt into the ground by your beautiful words.  My body is made weak by you. I feel a pull through the rubble and fallen bricks; a magnetic impulse towards you.   The walls around me once so strong, and tall.  I was safe from you, and I was safe from me.  

But now, the earth beneath me cracks, trembling with emotion and fear that’s surging through my veins.  Overwhelming and empowering, blissful and terrifying, I wait and breath as the dust settles. 

As the walls were falling my body shook, quaking with the pain that came alongside my fear.  As I sit in the wreckage, I am helpless, completely at your mercy; the one place I vowed never to be.  I hand it to you, my heart on a silver platter, it is yours. 

I kneel and pray, curving my body over and resting my head on the cold stone of the earth.  I hope and beg that you will guard this precious gift; it is once again new and fresh.  You may think I would hand out such a precious item easily; I have never given it up like this. For you, I will hold out my hand willingly; the trust in you, I feel. 

When you talk to me, your voice, beautiful, soulful and honest; it falls though my body soaked up by every cell.  Word after word I listen.  To the gushings of these words I bow, honour in your presence.