communion

communion
note to self

rabid atheists
her parents
forbade church—
although she
ached for it, no
communion for her
so she found it
in a fresh way

with people who
trust, who are
unafraid to love—
open to full-bodied
hugs and willing to
meet her gaze—
shared juicy hearts
that echo with love

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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