Jul 20, 2010 11:35
Discretion is your transgression.
Discretion is your transgression.
There was no disgression in your passion expression.
You worshipped at my temple, praised at my alter as freely as babies nurse and mothers nurture.
You were full of me, more full of me than I, left emptied by the magnitude of your need.
I, hallowed, hollowed by you bore your likeness unto life to improve and to nurse, and to nurture.
My multiplicity met by your duplicity, theft aided by my own duplicity
Giving away me, to raise you, to raise two
Left to fill the role of nursed, and nurturer; Worshipped and worshipper
Abandoned by you who would dare to recieve my blessing, yet deny my name.