New men

Love me, and let me love you.

We’ll come and go, but

Linger long and longingly, when we do,

Unabashedly bowing to the light of me,………you,……….we.

I say “me” first for you and me, the we, are me and

you know that. With you I am free to start

My sentences with “I” because you always know

Just what we mean.

Thank you.

Thank you for seeing the love in every heart,

Light in every star,

Every one of my heart’s beats within the pounding of your own.

(Here I sleep peacefully, knowing your love cannot mame.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.)

I need someone to help diffuse this overload

Of love and light

Before I swell so big I burst,

Or fizzle into etheric bliss

Come love me, and let me love you.

You should love me and let me love you. Y'know...if you want to. I'll be hoping you do. I think you want me to.

What is god? I don't know, but I suspect it is a collective wonder of every heart.  Maybe we are god when we learn to be love in spite of this flesh and most certainly, because of it. We bow to this numen, this choice to live in love.