The Deepest Longing is to Be Longed For

If you were my lover and I was your love
Would you see me as I am
And if in my love of you I picked up your burden
And carried it
Or your cross and walked, carrying it,
Alongside you
Would you see this and lay down temptation
To save me from myself?

I have been far removed from perfection
And traveled the outskirts of divine grace
If God has seen me with love
It is unjustified, and therefore pure
But goodness friend, I have prayed for you to draw close

I want in all my wanting to know you deeper
I crave in all my cravings for you to want me
Like God, built in such image, I am the lover
And you, fallen darling, the beloved
So drop to your knees before me and pray

So fall before you I assuage compliance
Cast away from you these trifles
Succumb to me in truth
Let us mirror creation and become
The love the bounds unloosed

If there is one thing in life for which, I truly long
It is to see and be seen
To love and be loved
To be whole in discovery
Without hindrance or hesitation

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Killing Time for Time is Killing

White, grainy fingers pressed tightly into the throat flesh

and hoping for a slow death so you can feel the pain and know the approach, see it coming

Drenched in sweat from a fierce love killing

for I will not be stuck in this unreciprocated romance and sick immobile hell of my own emotional choosing

Rationality, logic and survival instinct make the kill almost gratifying

Eat the World

Rumi says, We are sent to eat the world

And we find a million struggles the same as one

 

Foiled at the first attempt

Brought down to our knees

 

In depression desolate, destroyed

As the nature of woman – broken

Broken apart by shame and abandoned

 

Beyond the walls of the secret garden, we are

Crowded inside our heads

 

The statue of woman lonely for recognition

For queen status, for kind hands folded delicately

 

To be brought back to life with a kiss

For a taste of pie, tart on the lips and hot

For pie a la mode, with the cool sweetness on top

 

Woman in lust for the rough and rugged cutting

Souls open, legs open, our bodies receiving

The life essence coming

 

And we moaning sounds like crying

We shake,

Our tongues fat flesh knead like dough

 

Pulled from the fire ready

Jesus is knocking

Hard on the outside, sounds hollow within