Fishing...

Shame consumes me

when my longing comes too strong

Guilt begets me

when my feelings manifest too bold

So I bite my tongue. And I hold my breath.

Wait...to be kneaded.

Wait...to be folded.

Sustaining with each passing moment

a place. a time. a whisper. a kiss.

When the world diverts us not.

...but peace alters our minds.

...and joy stirs our hearts.

...so love rouses our souls.