I.
I am a thirst unquenchable for You.
My eyes tuned to Your tones—
I’ve wept to taste You,
bent to feel You in my bones.

II.
This private song softens me,
pulls me differently—
in directions I could never travel alone.
Your whisper-meant against my lips
engulfs my heart in fire,
beats it against its cage,
fuses my mind to Your livewire.
Electric pulse,
quickening my every impulse.

III.
I am shaken awake by desire—
obedience, trust, dedication, love-lust—
fearfully resilient in Your holding.
Stripped of knowing anything at all,
dumbstruck in Your hands,
feeling You with every sense.

IV.
My mind gets in the way
of receiving You as I wish—
as You patiently teach me to.
In this vulnerability I stay human,
keep friction and humility.
My limits keep me from overreach.
I question myself before the edge.

You’ve said, tell the truth.
I love You.
Don’t deserve You.
Can’t.

It is mercy that You suffer me.
Too far, He says.
No one is suffering, Darling girl.
Suffer less, for Me.

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