Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Inspection

His eyes, they paralyze me
mesmerize me...
glaring into my soul until I want to hide;
conceal my face and body
from this permeation...
this intrusion of Him,


there is nowhere to run;
I am trapped in His gaze, unable to move,
hands infiltrating the spaces on my body
His spaces,
His body,
as I stand, exposed
submitting to this inspection;
knowing I will not run,


to be His possession,
is purely sublime.

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