The divine in me honors the divine in you.

You wouldn’t know what to do with me if you had me wide open 100% all for yourself.

Your hands would feel like strangers, like they belonged to someone else. Or maybe like divining rods seeking the water within me. They’ll float, hover, until you feel the pull somewhere under my rib cage. You won’t be able to let go once you get there.

You’ll tell me that the divine is within me and I’ll hold up a mirror. No, baby... it’s within you too. 

I’ll wrap around you like a firm hug; something you didn’t know you needed. You’ll melt and know that you were home all along.