Beth Staas

I want to move up close
And sense the smell of you
Your un-minted breath,
Your damp, sweaty pores,
Without concealing perfume.

I want to taste and touch,
And feel the mean of you
Your trembling mouth,
Your rough furrowed brow,
Without cosmetic disguise.

I want to comprehend
The very soul of you
Your righteous wrath,
Your grievous mistakes,
With no evasions or lies.

Then I can come to you
Completely, unrefined,
My blundering self
Laid bare at your feet,
My affirmation of love.

Beth Staas

Beth's novels, The Two Percent Miracle, and An Audience of One are now available on the Internet from both Denlinger's ( and through

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