Tantra

before the gates of confession feel I‘ve got nothing to give no spark nor light to reflect so many years of neglect let me rest under your breath align my pulse with your chest I don’t expect to be fixed just share your peace with my fears I am a violet burden I am a canyon of nerves a leaf condemned to the wind you don’t doubt if I deserve your silence holds, it does not weigh your humming soothes, anoints me whole a temple raised of tender skin because you’re still I cease control when morning breaks how to believe that I am more than mistakes? how to hold my own embrace as daily bread takes your place? please let this calm be a seed to learn I’m whole in simple needs etch these words in me like mantra núvitund, jafnvægi, tantra in your arms I trust in your hands I trust in your touch I trust in your touch I trust