Swimming in the sweat of God
There’s delight
Under palms,
Against the body,
Held aloft as the salt
Boueys
Reminding the restless
That there’s a place of belonging
Lurking around each
Staggering day.
Empty kisses and
The graceless fuck
Make waves,
Patch the deistic sea
With freshwater
That pulls like whirlpools
Into the drowning of routine.
Somewhere there’s open sea
The brine of lust
And comforting tides
But this wondering
Comes at the cost
Of held breath
And panicked hope
That the air
doesn’t run out.
Because
No matter how good
Each sensation’s fickle joy proves
The wrong will hold
Like an anchor in
The seabed
Of tomorrow
Where His currents
Demand obedience
And the water grows thick
With muddy obligation.
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When @zeusnursemaiden says jump, I write as high as I can. This is her fantastic image with my words and edit. As always, thank you for the inspiration, my lovely friend.
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