CAN I HAVE A DATE WITH YOU?

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With struggling knees, bowed eyes,  cuffed hands, feet trembling, heavy lips, but heart tearing apart, my pen writes:

I miss you Lord...  I really want to meet with you.
I have tried to schedule a meeting with you time and time again but I am always in a struggle between my phone and the world around me.

I want to meet you today but I can't find the appropriate dress to wear. I've put on a lot of weight from the junks offered by the world. I can't seem to find the right words to say to you.

 So? ........

I don't think I can come face to face with you right now. My knees hurt because they have lost touch with the ground where they used to grind before you in flowing conversations.

I would like to hear your voice again but the voices in my mind are too overwhelmingly loud. So could you increase the volume of your voice or rather will you calm this torrent rising in me?

I would love to raise my hands to you but I am constrained by the chains of sinful pleasure. They are too heavy to be lifted.
My head is bowed down but with shame and guilt to look up to you.

But,.......

I'm tired...
For while I seek to enjoy dates with men to build relationship, there is an emptiness that those meals and drinks never satisfy.

There is nowhere else to go to. Except to YOU! I'm sorry I had to make you the last resort but better now than never.

So?....

Can we talk? Can I talk to you and you talk to me?
Can we talk?
Can we have a date that beats time itself?
A date that would span throughout eternity
A one on one, face to face talk
Not in proxy,  You and I
A date that's not temporary
One that is able to break the fetters that have held me fast,
A date that would feed me with love, life, peace and joy.


@pentolifediary

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