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Last night I checked into a

road-side motel with God.

We left the room

in quite a mess!

 

This is not about anything

some call imagination –

nor is it demure or cool,

a lesson from some holy school!

 

When sky floods out at dawn to

swarm the earth with light,

This

is what it is wanting.

 

When ocean rushes tide to shore

Tumbling, churning over and over,

This

is what it is seeking.

 

When salmon, leaping,

broach the waterfall,

their yearning only threads the air

for This.

 

Some may scold that, in the rush,

I have mistaken lust for Love but

we've refused to entertain

such fictional distinctions!

 

Taking my finger between Her Lips

She swirls Her Tongue to moisten it

And then slips on our Wedding Ring

to finalize the formalities.

 

Immediately pairs of clothes are

off and flying here and there with

lamplights spinning crazily from our

whirling excitation.

 

Be assured

when I tell you next

there was no hesitation!

 

We plunged into our Bridal Bed

all feverish with devotion,

and it wasn't long before we Rocked

in that familiar motion.

 

God! She moans so breathlessly as

I press even deeper, and time becomes a

foreign thing as we indulge

This Rapture.

 

Although the shades were drawn so tight

the room grew Bright with laughing light;

the walls were happy to be walls

that had become such temple halls

of our immense Delight tonight!

 

We had no need of wake-up calls --

our eyes all night were open wide,

our pores glued to each other's pores

all through this Alleluia Ride!

 

"My God!"

I say

She answers me:

"Yes, my Darling –

Come to Me!

I have always been for Thee

as Thou hast always been for Me!"