JIA APPLE
Grace
You come least expected
My smile is your reward
Most often accompanied
by my lovers touch
How often I need you
But you
no demands stir you
You cherish the moment of your longing
until
you softly land upon this tortured brow
You kiss with tenderest lips mine
Peace
never earned
Given
Grace
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