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,

but...

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,

for...

to be His possession,
is purely sublime.