In My Hands

Take your hands away from your balls. Stow them safely behind your back and breathe. You need to know exactly how much I could hurt you. How much you could take before you break. Everyone does. It's the not knowing that terrifies. Will your capacity to endure ever live up to your own exacting standards? Isn't that what you fear, my love? That place, beyond tears or doubts, beyond words or confusions, no ambiguity, no lukewarm sentiments. Nothing but fierce and purifying light. Nothing but the truth. How long has it been since you imagined bathing in that radiance? You wonder if it will unman you, but only long enough to know it will. You wonder if you will come apart in my hands like a child, and you surely will. But they will be  my hands. That much I promise. And that is the only promise that truly matters.