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Cheri Anderson

El Ancla

My Anchor
 
I stand before him -
vulnerable and exposed
taken  in by the beauty of his soul
 
Without touching me
his  strong arms pull me close.  
Trust covers my being as if a blanket blocking out the harsh winds.  
 
I kiss his mouth
Tasting the secret
Of a life hidden in the corner of dreams.  
 
The room spins around me
I’m falling -
falling yet anchored more securely than ever before .  
 
By Cheri Anderson

(2013)

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