Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Making Love with Neville Goddard
A little bit of friction,
when it hits me just so,
feels too good for resistance
and I can’t say No.
I dance a little closer
and that friction builds heat.
Now there’s something happening
in the In-Between.
It’s taking on a life right
in the center of my eyes, I
held my breath so tight my
gasp collapsed into a sigh.
Now friction-free, breathless,
I conjure my next fix.
I’ll create my world as I
Imagine what it is.
10-13-24