While simple pressure
rests on my side.
Secure in the knowledge
of God’s existence,
I sit waiting.
Yet I move with a grace
and holiness of divine and human love.
I can protect you
against all odds.
I do not hesitate
or succumb to
simple pressure.
Burning me I am
yet aware of bodily existence.
Developed in my mind’s
eye I cleave to you no more.
You follow me
down life’s passages,
my handsome princely
husband. For you I give
God thanks, bowing.
A gentle heart no more
enthralled by the negativity
of my personal growth.
I may succumb to all
this. Fading, I feel
more and more distant.
This is our dance,
our divine love in its
purest form.
I touch your smile
your lips, your heart
beating in mine.
All else is gone.
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