Can we
“make”
Love?
I’m not sure I possess the know-how;
We are but mere vessels, conduits
for…its untamable
movements; the secret tongues
in which it speaks; our translations
are loose, as bodies and sweat,
And spirit—greet each other. Meeting
of the minds; unscripted, uplifted
Worship.
Gospel wrapped in flesh
& blue light / bouncing off of
dirty diamonds; binding,
beating hearts. We
Don’t Make…
Take. Summon, nor Shape
Love;
We
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