Safely hidden behind a wall beam,
the sac patiently waits for the day
it's master accepts truth.
Dust collects over the years,
darkness encompasses the hidden brilliance
shutting its luminosity away from the world,
from him, from her.
He keeps busy, learning, knowing, living.
Mind is pushed to sole experiences
and meaningless, and sometimes meaning-more sex.
Such time has passed hope fades
quietly with each fleeting day,
weakened hope stirs an inkling
through his memory, remember.
Four years and four days has passed
before the beam is pushed to the side,
the sac of skin stares into his soul,
urging him to live fully.
It is as if the sac called to him,
invited his presence at this very moment
to know her once again.
Gentle fingers push the folds of dusty skin
apart, allowing the daylight to penetrate
the neglected art of nature.
Warmth fills his heart,
tears fall down pale cheeks,
time and truth join collective hands
to stimulate the most potent of all magic-
Love.
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