naïveté, richly answered 5/10/20

the way I am forcefully holding on 

is a pretend.

I know I am being held,

so invisibly held. 

yet others cannot see.

but the earnestness of my apparent over-grip

disguises the feelings of embrace.

whatever the might of my grasp

is gratitude being ardently offered.

I am in grateful receivership, 

overwhelmed by this secret surrender offered,

held-in, by my apparent clench,

ardently in the passion of the contact.

I am trembling in higher octave's reward.

what passes through to me 

is wide-eyed other-worldly.

dimensions I am humbled to receive

in a vortex of flesh to flesh,

yet more so, an awakening 

of my soul through this means of touch.

I am the naïveté construed as powerful.

but in my childlike innocence,  

lost in the metaphor of conquer and control,

only to find 

the profound shortcomings from within.

and the feed from this is

as the fluid of expansive into vast. 

there is my spellbound, 

apart from the cogency and the literal,

there is the mystical, beneath, behind and beyond.

I am so broken into 

by this enormity's presence.

over-griped disguised at the last stepping stone,

for a portal into other-worldly-ness

where I so deeply feel as home.

may I never touch again 

with such overbearance,

so self deceived in doing so.

it was a hardness of the self 

as my prison.

now exceedingly thankful 

that that naiveté offered 

was my answered innocent prayer . . .