Are you willing to receive me

when I am not dancing and singing and kissing

when I’m not a vessel of light and

a soft body

I want to know,

are you willing to hold me

when in my wholeness I am tired

and you see the dark side of my moon

when the sunshine parches my insides and

the night leaves me

with all the heaviness of my feelings,

are you willing to receive me

as I am,

me, the way I am?

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