Only You, All the More

Perhaps it’s on purpose—

that Your love

is too lovely

for human language.

You wish

to keep Yourself a secret?

Beloved—

share another mystery

between you and I!

And then spill them all

for free.

Touch me with Truth

so I can try

to scream it from the roofs—

like a naughty child

spoiling the surprise!

Great Yes—

They sip with pursed lips

from lifeless psalms.

I want to pity them and their grins

but I cannot.

The shingles on the house

shake beneath my love-drunk feet,

and the churchy neighbors go on

and despise shameless shanties.

Honey—

I love it

because

in my sins

I feel You

unable to love me

except all the more.

Unconditionally—

mysterious shantie.

They call me a whore—

so I give them proof.

A whore for Life and for Truth.

A whore for Happiness,

all You.

Only You.

♡ Offering ♡

I hope you've been feeling unconditionally lovable, blissfully blasphemous, and sacred devotion in your life lovely Goddess! If not please take advantage of your complimentary discovery call, or go window shopping in the self-love shoppe.

(Psst there are free gifts in the shoppe!) 🍎

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