This is where you will find me exposed, angry, embarrassing,
plaintive, childish, inane, blemished, bemused and broken.
Why do I invite you in? To drink your wine.
To share your bed. To paint your walls.
To touch your skin. To crack your shell.
To steal your eyes. And return them open.
To invade your prayers. To increase your song.
To expose you to my madness and promise.
To pour oil and wine on your wounds.
To fail in all the above endeavors.
Now it’s your turn.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
The flesh, the flesh, the flesh The smell of lotions and musk The look of tan lines and thighs The shaking of wet summer hair I didn’t need God back then I had His lost child
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