Nadia Mottley Poems

Burn flame burn!
Feed my soul's quick light
With stolen fires
Of delight
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I praise God for your beauty and subtle grace

For the pleasure of your presence in this world
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Bound by chastities of spirit and not flesh
Christ's tempered gold with true gold will mesh
Blessed souls expand in silken glow of bliss -
Full heaven - surely waiting is worth all of this
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So definitively ended and,
as needed, undefended
Without amicable illusions
Just destructively defusioned
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I do not see
the necessity
I do not hear
with cloned ears
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I wait for a silken ether of blue
To surround my senses and enshroud my fears
Somnolently still I stand before you
Consumed, yet soliciting your temperate ears
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