when our skeletons feel safe

My skeletons feel safe with you

They’ve never climbed so willingly out of their closet before.

Did you hypnotise me

and my skeletons?

They offer themselves at your feet,

yearning for you to gaze upon them.

To be investigated by your compassionate curiosity

to be held in your gentle hands

and finally understood.

We stand holding hands,

looking down at our once-hidden skeletons.

Yours and mine,

side by side.

The parts of us that have been hard to accept,

difficult to love,

a burden to carry yet unable to put down.

They lay there,

mirrored back to us through the magic of tarot.

They speak the histories of our hearts,

the stories of our fears,

the dreams,

the wonder of what might become of us.

We tend to each other’s bones

like they’ve never been held before.

I feel the warmth of your hands,

the gentleness of your heart holding mine.

I kiss yours tenderly,

wishing you could see

the beauty that I see in you.

So much adoration for each other’s

and yet so perplexed,

sometimes repulsed,

by our own.

♥️

Maybe this is one of the gifts of vulnerability…

to have someone sit beside us

while we look at the parts of ourselves

we have spent so long hiding.

And to discover

that they are still worthy of tenderness.