THIS LOVE I CAN’T TOUCH
You stand there
and to your still life I brace to gaze.
You are before me
and I can’t truly look at your face.
When I do, it’s all awe to describe
and I have to look away.
To stare at that face of yours, I can’t.
But, Why this? Why me?
And so in this space, the chance is thrown for play.
You are beautiful, fair to look upon,
not that I have not seen more beautiful
to the human eyes and flesh
but you my love are unique.
My being yearns for you-
only for your touch,
only for your love.
Maybe I shouldn’t even be here,
maybe this my cross is you.
But I will overcome as sure as Christ.
I am not in the know of you,
virtuous or not.
But I know you are and will.
It’s Christ’s last word not the world’s.
Who says love at first sight is crazy,
who calls it silly.
This déjà vu has been here.
Have I known you?
Yet, my core cries,
here is your missing rib,
the flesh of your flesh.
It’s forbidden to say I love you.
It pains here.
Until our time is right and ripe
and the Creator gives it a go,
we must not give evil the final say.
That those after our fall wield not the last word.
For we cannot have seeds of messed up lives
growing in our budding garden.
This love I can’t touch,
we must not hurry
else this passion, this heat between us
may turn disobedient to God
and we perfect the flesh touch addiction.
So true love, my flesh,
I am coming, you are coming.
But it’s only when the time is ripe,
only at the Creator’s Command.
Then this love I can’t touch today
will become me tomorrow.
You will be this love I can touch
with Christ’s cord at the centre of our union.