what are we seeking?
emotions that override sense of self 
spilling from alter egos
releasing the real

peeling away layers of what is expected of us

seeing glimpses of that familiar spirit 
kept sequestered and buried
only allowed to trickle 
     into the sanctuary
        of me

captured in protective custody
i am a butterfly escaping from a chrysalis
with wings touched by a soul

the mission I've chosen to accept
     is to become fertile ground for
          seeds of devotion
               to grow and to thrive
  
he is the sun and rain that drenches me
flowing in and through my valleys of lusciousness
shrouding me in warmth

he in turn has become my sanctuary

intertwined beyond our circumstances
each others soft place to land
this must be absolution