by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
feeling rotten
falling flesh
to the reasons blind
dark thoughts always chase the mood
like poison snakes wind
into brain
and muscles when
shadows enter in
I feel safe from little but
any form of sin
pinching started in my back
once again today
I can't let my spine off track
must keep pain at bay
stand straight, never bend or twist
though synapses must
make me think of You
Beloved
and that I am dust
crippled thinking, bones and gut
all will go away
I will leave them all behind
in Your light to stay
You have pulled me free of this
I so little care
what becomes of this or that
when You've brought me where
I know nothing but Your self
blazing through my soul
my flesh turning into Yours
resurrected, whole
body dead and new again
I will look outside
as Your face so deep within
opens my mind wide
so I can stretch out as You
did with sweat and blood
to draw in the stragglers and
free them of the mud
sin and hopelessness have caused
such to wallow deep
when they could climb on Your cross
out of their to leap
Your embrace
so intimate
touches everywhere
You formed us to know our mates
and to kiss and share
I see You within her eyes
speaking with Your words
You have made us link, bear fruit
adding to Your herds
Lover, I can feel Your kiss
breath a flow'ry breeze
in the chamber where we love
and forever please
