A conduit that connects, this intimacy
now runs dry.
I'm not so sure
this soul-cleansing channel
that builds and binds
can be open for business anymore.
No.
The stream once riveted toward longing
and sacred desire...
Dare I say...
has long been dried
for quite some time
and only now I perceive it so.
Stop staring into my shame-filled
eyes.
They dry up from crying
and I am...
Dare I say...
enraged.
Contempt has long been my
secret savor and power
to defeat shame or...
Dare I say...
to simply self-medicate.
I am only at the onset of
this scary surprise.
Perhaps I have...
Dare I say...
Some healing yet to happen.
Painful to be sure.
I will walk through this flame...
Dare I say...
In the heat of your gaze.
I will not look away.
Sear through my sin with the
clean light of your holy eyes
my Lord.
I promise I will allow
your sight to
pierce mine.
Dare I say...
I will not look away.
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