Fiery Tempest of Poems

Jesus – loving her,

to the bone, to the bone.

Just a touch, and the fire burns.

Scarred deep from love, A thing of the past, a thing of the past.

Leave it…left it.

And so now I breathe, free and strong-

stronger.

Skin and heart coarse, calloused- strong

The touch, is now learned, at peace- gentle.

Experience taught me a lesson …

Life is teaching me a lesson

And so now I no longer cry- no not really

But I stand strong, and not quite alone-

God’s got me.

And when that flaming blade of Jah strikes me,

I will once again be awakened

Awoken to touch, to caress, to protect, to stand firm for.

Intimacy will play, love will abound

Ecstasy will ensue

and forever, she will be mine,

and for her, I will always be-

gentle and strong