Making Love with Neville Goddard – 0104

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