Fine to the touch,
One of the 5455 wounds,
I am waiting for heaven to open its doors,
You let me in. So do I,
And because I can’t hold this wound anymore
Oh Sunshine come
And I will quickly love,
Oh so deep is our love,
In a state of trance I found you,
Sour wine spilled,
No longer thirsty if I AM is within me.
Thank you for Reading!
From My Version of Him, Between Heaven & Earth, 100 Poems. Deep © Glenda Soto-Gomez