“Love the Lord your God
with all your passion and prayers and intelligence and energy”

Mark 12:28-34

The sun blazed hot, molten, orange in my soul that day;
it was the day I said goodbye.
I looked at him and he looked at me;
I thought some more, and then began to cry …
Remembering satin kisses and the like.

Humiliated by my pointless defeat,
I slumped again, into my life of despair and pain.
At this point I knew he would go,
just like I knew nothing would ever be the same …
Remembering his hands, satin kisses and the like.

My feet were bone dead weary so long ago
that I cannot even say or guess how long. I just know.
I know this in the same way I know that I will likely never belong …
Remembering his strength, satin kisses and the like.

He was, and is, no ordinary creature of daylight
places or of simple male spaces.
Has more than I thought I knew,
of various names and complicated faces …
I remember gentleness without guile, satin kisses and the like.

He has left his lasting fingerprint
on the very fabric of my heart, and even my soul.
Leaving me to wonder once again,
if it is my place or destiny, to ever be whole …
Remembering with tears not soft, his satin kisses and the like.

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