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Love That Heals
by Suzanne Case
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  Their pulses quickened,
because a mystery beckoned them ..
to whisper...indeed
lovely child's play ...lovely love...knew well...
what was living .. and what
was to be loved.... within. To be bound would mean
to be appointed...
who could say?
What intoxicating elixir enraptured their hours...intensifying any
pleasure or slightest pain? Forming a wave...a tide...
a power to believe..
and to do...to unfold .... you know this...Over and over they
remodeled music
for a while..
as they climbed into the bed of a destined desire....
Together they climbed...he sent her gifts from faraway lands
and together they opened the door to say...
Here...my dear stay here ...I will be back...
I wear your garment ...when you leave...unplug.
I am still here but your eyes
will see what they didn't see before....yes...I will...
hold you in my arms...kiss your forehead many times....
No one but them will know...how much there was..
and until they fully
know themselves.. it still remains total joy....and then again.. remains....
to be seen with brilliant kindness
and mystical protection.....
She saw much ...as he kissed her on the mouth,
he did...glowing with
precious oils on their bodies...embracing the changes...
bursting forth from
another invitation to be reborn ...He is here ,
she is here...and in case
you think they aren't whole...look again.
Look again, his mind is dancing everywhere...
her eyes are glistening
still from the tears of his departures...and arrivals...
searching for signs
within the depth of her soul....the gifts...
her sleepless nights...
a lovely misdirection of being here
and here and over here..
his truth she learned...
a holy ground of peace and comfort.....given freely...
and still it is free.
Listen...hear the music that is louder now...
a golden gesture from the
gift they made...sleeping seeds....
they embraced if only to yearn no more
and
know love... by the kissing of each other's hands
of healing force.

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March 25, 2000
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