alive forevermore

She tells me of Her Love,

and I feel it,

no need for language

as it slides into every pore;

I wonder as I wait,

could there possibly be

anything more

grand than this,

the festooned crown

on the head of such royal bliss?

ah, yes, the warmth,

the depth of my surrender

as I feel Her Kiss;

it opens me wider

than I can ever remember,

reminds me of that which

I still miss;

though I never pray anymore,

I find myself preying

on the delightful deliciousness

of the moment ahead,

what's in store

as I lay panting at Her Door,

no longer dead, but

alive forevermore.

January 5, 2010, for the Wifey.

Copyright © 2010, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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