I wish
into
Your well
I wash
with my heart
all my convictions: oil; drudge; scrubbery
pulling at the tires of this
jalopy
all my contradictions
pulling at the coil(s)
of you
dear one
It is said
that I am elevated
as much
as I lower myself
This Kingdom...
is fit
with a Queen
has always
been fueled by red tents
everywhere
It is enough to ask for your Purity
and receive one broken stone for every favor
I have discarded my futility
A/Oh highly intelligent Love...
for today, I will make no decisions
which will cost me my heart
or you, yours
I will serve
only with my questions
Am I being close enough to God?
Am I believing in the power of forgiveness?
Am I willing to Love?
Your Beloved
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