Co-Creators

I kneel before him in prayer, caught in a whirlwind of  
a man who stands at the pulpit of a Dallas church.  
There's an energy about him that I can't escape,  
nor do I wish to.
 
Even when my body feels weak,  
I yearn for his presence.  
Sleep loses its allure when  
weighed against the possibility of  
basking in his warmth.  
I want him inside me. All the time.
I want his weight on top of me.  
I want to squeeze him in deep.  
The ache of this longing  
is the sweetest hurt.  
 
My arms possess a strength  
born of this yearning.  
I dream of holding him forever  
as if I might let him live inside of me.  
What a sweet gift to watch his face  
when he comes, accepting his struggles
with human sin and sacred longings.  
I feel a shift in the universe as if  
we’re co-creators of a new reality.