A Gift To Thee
My belly of thoughts clings to my backbone
Never hungry, always starving of poetry
Which can not exactly capture your spotlessness
Mama learned me this knowledge of nature:
A full stomach of ideas suffocates the mind of reasons
And hypocritical bellies are full of garbage ideologies
Since them, couldn't set my vision on hypocritical niceties
'Cos the feast of my soul is set on your poetic face of grace
Capturing poetic elegance in your anatomy on the cross
From your delicate hot bruised features
The geometrical contours of your thorn crowned head
Down to the neat flow of double curve network of blood
Concave and convex, across each ripe cheek
Flowing down into a pool at the foot of Golgotha
Scholars may wear poetic finery to capture your imagery
Though learned, am not versed in the cult of literature
As for me, I petition my soul to impress you most
When I shade clothing of poetic religio-fanatical complexity
And paint your elegance without haste or delay
With the brush of my artistic nagging thoughts
As sweet as the spray of frankincense on your tender skin
I have fallen in love with your words like art
And I have nothing else to offer save these silly words
Which I know is not good enough for a Heavenly Prince
'Cos I thought of you as an Immortal Prince come to life
And myself as a lousy, clumsy mortal being
Unaccountably granted the gift of your notice
Am determined to woo you with all my soul's poetry
And determined to wash my soul with thy tidal waves of devotion
And as I again have nothing else worthwhile to offer
I make a gift to thee of my Zaccheaus heart
Copyright © Ginger Amee Terdue | Year Posted 2013
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