II

(verge)

I need you.
I'm desperate, desperate, desperate —
My prayers are everywhere; they're bursts of color on a screen that isn't big enough.
Do I have words for my love for you? No.
That's how I know it's above and beyond.
But my Lord, my Lord —
How can a love I can describe seize my heart like this?
How can you let it?
Does that mean you plan to establish it?
My Lord, all these questions. I'm sorry.
You've been so good.
Be at rest once more, O my soul. The Lord has been good to you.
You don't even mind.
I know you. I know I know you. You don't mind.
But I struggle, I grapple, I wrestle —
Constantly.
My mind is tired from following its own thoughts that go so far and so fast.
To places I don't want to visit.
I'm done falling for humans.
If it pulls me away from you.
I want nothing that competes with a love I can describe.
My weary heart asks, please take it away.
Or tell me you will establish it.
Or tell me you won't and let me work through the pain now.
But my mind asks, please don't.
I don't want you to take away this beauty. I don't want these moments to end.
I feel on the verge —
On the verge of everything.
The verge of an end.
The verge of a beginning.
I just want to cling to you,
To bury my face in your shirt with white knuckles.
I want to feel you spin around and lock me in your arms.

Your love has ravished my heart
And it's taken me over, taken me over
And all I want is to be
With you forever, with you forever