Everything.

That's what He is to me.

There’s a crowd.

A noisy, sweaty, bubbling crowd.

They’re all over the place; they’re up in my face,

If there were a scarcity of claustrophobia it would yet be found in this place

But, I might as well be alone with

Silent echoes playing in the background

Because despite this cacophony of sounds

Your voice is the only thing that rings through clearly,

And it soothes me.

Oh! How it soothes me.

It’s like icy cold droplets of water

Drawing trails and patterns down my entire body

Ensuing its being scorched by a heat most sweltering;

The heat that comes with the pressure

And the heat of the tears from seeking short-lived pleasures.

But the life in your breath is my relief from all that

And as I hear you, I form a picture in my head.

At least I think I do.

Yet in reality, the truth of what has happened

Is my every brain tissue has, prior to this time, been etched with you.

An enhancement, and I’m most pleased

Because the implication is that I have had you---permanently.

Thus, you embody my being’s entirety

For though you’ve already been grafted in my heart,

You’ve now also hijacked my every thought, memory and fantasy.

I think that fixes everything.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

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Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Prayer like and touching, makes one humble to the wording, well done, good read.

[Kwiksie Ifediora]

Thanks so much Thomas. I appreciate your review. :)

[Laminators Dubai]

Its better get hijacked in that case. Amusing my friend .

[Kwiksie Ifediora]

i'm glad it's made you smile/laugh dear glitch. :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Kwiksie, this is indeed devotion and perhaps deep love expressed in an expressive piece. It does not feel like a religious diatribe and so has a true an honest feel to it. A refreshing expression of faith.

[Kwiksie Ifediora]

Thank you very much John, i appreciate your review. :)