In the light of your love

When the panic presses

Against my rib cage

Straining against the bone

Made in the garden of Eden

Trapping the pressure

And the trepidation

Between breast

And bone

Demanding release

Praying for forgiveness

For all of Eve's sins

And those after

Then the touch

Of your big hand

Travelling down

Each strand of my hair

Until your touch

Loosens the pressure

Unknots the fear

And scares away the serpent

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