i am ripe in my desire to be loved.
i am tingling to experience the divine
identity of love.
i am pursed by silence and
fleeced in shame
but my weary soul will not be
defeated
or passed away into the
conspicuous window of your desire
oh no,
my soul will take flight
and in the rising current
of electricity
that i call life
my heart will be born,
my heart will be loved