It’s not the notion that nothing crumbles beneath your shadow or talus
Tell us nothing is bothering you
We are believers of beautiful storms
And
The gospel that you’ve reached mountains and topped that with conquests or upsets
Preyed up ... and heavily eating heavenly
It’s not the pressure in muscle tones having to tone deaf death threats
Invisible razors hidden in the mane of sharp tongued bluntness
But the indestructible habits
Impregnable spirit
Mighty roar of contentment
Look Ma “I did it!”
It’s the incomplete fetish of grown man success
Stepping on toes right in front of whoever’s getting left
It’s the purest and only form of love and loneliness ..
It’s the way that you humble the God in you by silently blessing God with your humbleness
It’s the vigor of a Lion so faint
Caressing each curve of my tender fragility with the most powerful restraint
Receiving perceptions of your love language untouched by your lips
Your falsehood entangled within my deception groping naked truths ...I lie in your strength
Vernette Harris ©2020
