truly, truly

crown my finger with the love of your Name (the fame)
dress me in clothes that aren’t mine (divine)
quiet light creeps to where I am so safely hidden, smitten
boiled clean of lies, spies and things that cry
twice removed once placed in lace
intimidated, infatuated with seeing you again
skip lunch, and in the rain
moreover we will dine (all mine)
on the promise of Word
the violence of the Truth (such proof)
of your touch, love and elegance
of my need; lost innocence
the caresses of dessert shall assert
the fullness of the life
shall heal the inner strife
I will find you in the morning and the night dressing me in Light
crowning my finger with the love of your Name
truly, truly is my fame

truly, truly

valla

Joined September 2008

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