Afraid to seem weak, you used to stand
Like a stalwart statue of liberty,
Lifting your torch with a straining hand,
Until life knocked you off your feet.
Unasked by you, we gathered your imperfection
And skin on skin, made you feel what we are made of -
Warm, muscled comfort embodied in affection.
Before you could resent your need, we gave you love.
You would not bend, but being bent, conceded
And discovered wellness and pleasure, not shame
In the revelation of the things that you needed
And our tender meeting of the same.
Able again to stand, still you choose now and then to fall,
Having found our liberty resides in all needing all.
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