Untitled (Hers)

I bit my lip and tasted venom
For my words felt foul
And I, the lowly creature,
Stood there cursing,
Wishing to be banished from the earth. 

But then my God held me with warmth
And a new feeling washed over me,
And I was renewed, made lively and vigorous.
I was aglow with the sort of divinity
That I at once forgoed my agnosticism
As in that moment, there was no doubt,
God was real and she was beautiful. 

I was saved by her
And my blood became nectar
And so my words became beautiful,
They became scripture. 
My scattered thoughts found their place in her
And everything made sense all at once
As my life’s meaning revealed itself at last:

I am to be hers.