Again.

my words have lost what gentility they once possessed.
they once possessed it because for a moment I believed I was worth it.
Worth love.
Once He whispered in my ear Beloved,
and I shivered and I shook
like a kite in bursts of wind.
I tried to pull out of his arms
but the weight of the world
pressed me back against him
triple gravity.
He told me I was pure.
I sneered.
The ugliest face a lady can make.
He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.
It didn't give me nothing tickles.
He pulled me close and sighed at the weight
I refused to let go of.
It was nothing to Him
but I feared it was too heavy.
I was too heavy.
Put me down.
Beloved.
He calls me Love and I blush and shake my head.
He tucks loose tendrils behind my ear and smiles sadly.
Let go love.
It hurts.
I know.
I want to cling to Him and not let go.
It's harder than it looks.