Woven

Woven

When I reach over

and touch your hand,

our fingers entwine,

and loose segments of me

begin to mend

and adhere to

broken segments of you.

My past, your past,

our defeated fathers, dispirited mothers,

sickle-celled self-hatred,

and disquieted memories dissipate

as our wan hearts swell

and we become whole.

No trite phrases can explain

how we regain virtuousness through love

and become all we were destined to be

in each other’s arms.

Shawn R. Jones

 website: www.shawnrjones.com

Author of the devotional book, Pictures in Glass Frames   http://t.co/BxiNwWRG

and the poetry chapbook, Womb Rain, 

http://www.amazon.com/Womb-Rain-New-Womens-Voices/dp/1599242699/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1337717218&sr=8-1