I am not a warehouse

My heart is full. Like a giant overstocked warehouse,

Rich with tender fruit, spicy hot intensity,

Rich with sweet offerings, delicious, complex flavour,

There is intoxication waiting.

My heart, my soul, my body and mind.

I shut and locked my heart, in fear, in shame.

I am not a warehouse. I am a man who waits, with gifts to give

In sweet surrender, A man, made in the image of men, to submit his heart,

to a man. My yearning heart is open.

Come my beloved!