Air Balloon

I keep trying to love
Let go
Let God
Have this relationship
That doesn't exist between the two
Of us
But the less I try to love
The harder opening up
To the reality seems to get
The more I esteem him
The madder I become
That I can't shed him
Like hair fell from our cat
On the floor
On my sweater
In the middle of winter
I'm not playing games
With him or with my heart
I've stood naked in my emotions
Completely exposed
Right down to my pretty brown skin
Verbs, adjectives, nouns
And moles
I know God hears me so the plan
Must be more than I can comprehend
So for this moment
I'm going to let him rest in the
Corners of my recesses while God
Works on me
Lest I digress
To hostile intent.