(I almost didn’t make it to write in time.  Busy days, however, will not stop this writing challenge.  Day 74…)

Come, doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be…

Bring every fault
The earthquakes in your spirit that make your approach to me uneasy
Carry every protected affection
Every bronze plated kiss
Armored to preserve the most tender flesh
Lay them at your feet
Make heavy burdens as light as velvet garments
Reveal those blemishes you hide behind smiles
And tears
And poems
Poems you write in the sky
Angels make clouds into journals
I love reading the heavenly Braille along your hips detailing just how wonderful God is
Your imperfections
Just mean that there is no duplicate of you
And I love you because of that