It’s
the gut of God, to long this nature, to compound a heart. Its vehicles,
soaring
beneath grounds, to touch abyss, to rise with answers. I love you
like
Jesus, as platonic as death, where a sting was snatched. It’s in us,
to
die a risen few, electrified dearly. I’ve met a falcon, a yogic giant, to
cry
my eyes. We filter for fashion, semi-aloof, to study Buddha. I fall
this
night, alive and churning, to turn through wheels. Its biblic mystic,
an
awning for souls, to study where we fly. I touched a petal, for
rejected
deeply, to image a swan in slippers. I know for hate, the bond
of
shame, to yearn for such glory. We watch to pause, skipping come
hell,
to combat feelings. You couldn’t for death, something for intimate,
where
love was fervent; and more for Gertrude, a lover of God, an army
in
one soul. I fire like fuel, to flame eternal, enlove with Christ. Tell me
for
better, my name in hearts, to pray my healing; else for rain, the
pain
of jewels, as keen as ambition. I saw her twice, a vision come
mirrors,
even Mechtild. I love Elisha, to grip a cloak, to scream for
action;
and what for Joshua, to tug the sun, an arm born heavy. I love
you
there, a teacher for souls, found in ethics. It gray a day, as beige as
feelings, to call for
mercy…
