Flirt this way
With me
Let your words
Lick the lobe
Of my ear,
Trail their way,
Tingling down my spine…
As you whisper
Sweet somethings,
To this heart of mine.
Touch is prayer too,
Just like loving you
Could be considered
An act of worship
Gratitude
Expressed
To the God who
Created you.
Wondrously, and fearfully
Knitted together
In the matrix of the womb
I swear, beauty did not exist
Before you.
And momentarily
the impermanence of life
Gives way to the everlasting
Where breath lingers just a second
Like a flash in a pan
The touch of your hand
Ignites an eternal flame…
I smile when I hear your name.
This is new.
There was no beauty
Before you.
Andre Darius Labuschagne is a poet, musician, and pastor from Johannesburg, South Africa. He is currently involved with various church movements – and his theological and philosophical beliefs are reflected in his poems. A recovering drug addict, his poetry also explores themes of mental illness, substance abuse, finding God, and the process of growing towards completeness.
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