I am in a country of warriors and people so close to god that many go meet him. We push and pull at each other with increasing ferocity. Bring me to the mystery and truth of sex and death and trauma, the truth of me. The truth is I am sensitive. I want gentleness. I want uncomplicated kindness. I am sure. I am easy like Sunday morning. I want tea in the morning and warm blankets at night.
I listen to ‘I want to know what love is’ which I played on repeat for years but this morning it sounds like I never heard it before.
I listen to it again, and it is even new again.
If I betrayed you as you betrayed me
Would there have been no harm?
I was simply a guest
In your house of discontent
Not a spy
In the house of love
SUBLIME COURAGE 
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