And who are you?
How can I come to know you?
From those who only know what
they are told without ever
paying attention?
You are actually who they avoid.
Knowing you is like creating
true art.
Risky.
Un-welcome.
But, as the top of the flame
burns a hole in the cloth
The Heart burns hot.
The glow is warm from a distance
Exposing the contours and veins.
You appear and reveal.
Not At All what I have been told
but, I find you are dangerous.
You are with.
I am not scared,
but called to stand my ground.
Mutual challenge that only comes from
mutual respect.
In my world,
you are not a cozy lap.
© jill osburn 2015
How can I come to know you?
From those who only know what
they are told without ever
paying attention?
You are actually who they avoid.
Knowing you is like creating
true art.
Risky.
Un-welcome.
But, as the top of the flame
burns a hole in the cloth
The Heart burns hot.
The glow is warm from a distance
Exposing the contours and veins.
You appear and reveal.
Not At All what I have been told
but, I find you are dangerous.
You are with.
I am not scared,
but called to stand my ground.
Mutual challenge that only comes from
mutual respect.
In my world,
you are not a cozy lap.
© jill osburn 2015