Sunday, January 23, 2011

Overflowing















The prostitute, that's me. Fallen woman,
Whatever you want to call it.
I sold my soul for the coin of affection,
Fleeting moments of validation
Consumed and spent in a heart beat.
And then you came,
Speaking forgiveness, tossing love
Into my empty purse and filling it
To overflowing.
The coins spill over, a cascade,
and I take this wealth,
Pour it back on you
In tears of gratitude.
Spending the coin of love on you
Because my heart is full.
Forgiven much.
Loving much.

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