109/365 : the revelation of being received

if i could take a picture of this feeling
i don't think i'd frame it
i'd probably just make 101 prints
and then tack them to my walls
like a prayer flag
a string of repetition, singing
a song as gentle as lips on skin
finger tips on my chin nudging it upward
saying, look, look out, darling
a whole forrest of eyes
are meeting you
they want you to build on their roots
they trust the strength of your hands
they see themselves in the wild of your eyes
and they want you
to share
your magic