On God's Secret Name

I know the things God loves me for,
that despite his needs, must
remain divine.
I am flesh-
formed Woman, created
to stimulate. I am God's pleasures
refined.
A flower,
petaled by the apple,
the grape and the rose.
A vessel for those nectars
never emptied,
from where completion flows.
Who ... does not doubt
the intervention that brought
you to my orchards gate.
No stranger, I see you naked behind
your disguise and recognize
whose hand holds fate.
I kiss the shock from
your all-knowing eyes
and dare to be profane.
The vessel overflowing
screams out to you ...
Calls you by your secret name.

Karen Dugan

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