Becoming Love

I.
I feared the wild air,
suddenly apparent
after the exodus.

I reached for containment
and came up against
nothing
but Him.

II.
I leaned in.
I drank.
I swallowed down.
I explored.

I forgot fear
and became an untamed woman,
begging to drown in Him.

Fill me, please.
Keep me on my knees.
Do not let me up.
I will fall.

III.
My heart in my hands,
in my eyes, in my mouth.

Becoming
love.

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