Pick up your skirt and walk

I take my order back,
I take my cherishing.

I take my dreams back
I take that pretending.

You know where I’m used to 
not being recognized 
or sought out 
as a prize.
Or where I tend to linger
on ledges That sting.

As if I had a badge
That could broach 
what was shady.

Now I take all things I treasure.  
​​​​​​​I take my dearness.  
My sharp and fierce potential

Because right now I am ripe
And I am finding His Drenching
that gorgeous evermore.

With my heart on,
with my beloved’s throb
He crushes on me harder every day.

So I will get out of the way.
of guys who are lame.

I don’t have time 
to be enveloped 
with bad rhymes
or lame tries

From a guy with split capacity
cuz I’m learning the cost or rearranging.

Of putting off 
what is perfect 
in my heart.

Because when their hinge is untrusty
And the story gets rusty
It’s time to let my Real Man in.
My Beloved who knows how to tend me.

So when I get shafted by drafts
that break my attraction,
or when I’m enveloped by sloppy-exchanges,
I come to Him.

I want to be developed
with Him and His beauty.

Because He makes everything beautiful.  
He loves to make it right.

III.

Because My Beloved 
loves to lean on me to me
Because I make paths of pleasure
In the right hand of his love unmeasured,
where my desires are HIs Desires 
and make my Entire.

I have fire in my chest.
It’s the embers in my dress
A path that gives me breath.
When I’m wrapped up in his flame.

Because, 
it took just one look 
from Him
To be remade.

Because He knows how to say my name.

When every song of mine 
He’s memorized.
And sung.

So I walk it out
with my favor
and my King’s swagger
when I let my Beloved take me home
Where I can be wild
And we can be alone. 

So I will be the one.
I will be untouchable
I will be his Pride.