Joneve McCormick

The Visitor

Like rain dropping into the sea
like mist evaporating
when boundaries disappear
I grow larger and larger

The shape-shifter that sets me free
unveils what I hold too tightly,
lives behind my masks and in them,
in stones too, and mere words

Faithful as a rising sun
love appears dressed in light
to unite with me, to create new life,
when I am willing.

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