WINDSHIELD [Copied from my old wordpress, a poem about a night with Jenny]
Oh love, you talk to me so sweet
My love, you talk to me so sweet
Fill my lungs with a fresh fall breeze
I lost myself and you're lost in me
The sweat drips from my nose
You hold me tighter
Swing my arm around your head
Let them know what we think
When your breath becomes visible
It's all that I can see
You talk to me so sweet
I lost myself and you're lost in me
/aoife
09/05/24 1540CST
Love so intense it hurts
Beyond hurting, the overwhelming sensation of pure love must be absolutely agonising
Teresa of Avila, my beloved, existed within this idea, literal and physical she found herself receiving the pure light of love from God. He pierced her body with the physical manifestation of his love, and it was agony. Yet it was also something she could never live without.
My beauty, Teresa, she loves and loves and received as recompense an offering of what true love feels like. The sum of her love and all on earth and beyond.
/aoife