Turns out it’s all about devotion
Pouring your heart’s love into the open cups around you

God is the one holding the cup
The one doing the pouring
And the liquid itself

And my yearning for a strapping young man to press against my body right now
Is a fraction of what it feels like to be separated from the Divine I was birthed from
Oh,
To be completed again

Like Humpty Dumpty
We’re just picking up the pieces
Knowing
It’s going to take more than
All the king’s horses
And all the king’s men