Alchemic Verse

Bend low and meet the eyes
Extend hand held loosely closed
Shift thoughts from fear’s demise
Take it slow in the approach

Short breath brought through the nose
Out the mouth locked tight with teeth
Deep pain as anger shows
And protection blocks relief

A wounded beast
Fears what it needs
Heal to release
And take the lead

Tiptoe and bear the sound
Deepen growl with every step
That blends with heartbeat’s pound
Know each an empty threat

Hold neither leash nor net
Close last distance held apart
Receive all that is met
Face to face and heart to heart

A wounded soul
Meets what it needs
To become whole
And to succeed

Bend low and reach to touch
Rigid form that cowers low
Believing it’s too much
That caresses turn to blows

Deep breath to calm shared nerves
Patient hand replace old lies
Deep love is what’s observed
When there’s seeing eye to eye

A wounded heart
Finds what it needs
When broken parts
As one are freed