Baptism of Your Fire
Full immersion pushed within,
beneath,
your smile, your skin.
Pushed below the sacred water
I came up gasping for more.
Not air,
not warmth of soft robes, not prayer,
but double dose of pure elation:
from love not asking for salvation
but righteousness, that fonts from feeling right.
A coupling to compliment, not fulfill.
I swim within your depths yet still.
Morgan Driscoll is a commercial artist looking to express himself in ways that do not involve selling things. Poetry seems the the form most expressive, and least mercenary, so he is giving it a try. When not running a business, or raising 5 children, or drinking coffee, he occasionally explores the spiritual, quickly losing his way and retreating back to the profane.
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