Blind Faith

She brought faith to the table, did her best
to wipe it clean of the dirt and distress
from previous feasts, laid out before him
precious offerings – hers alone to give.

His open hands, palms up, showed his fault lines,
bruises, scars and damage done by others.
Kissing away the past, she accepted
him – an invitation to her future.

With each misstep, each feigned slap, hope allowed
her to lean in, instead of pull away;
desire encouraged gifting passion,
shared pleasure and pain, to strengthen them both.

Blind faith, holding hope in her arms, stood still,
waited for love to know – she was enough.