As a child watching movies
And the kiss would come…
And we were shamed out of watching it…the connection.
The adults shamed the kids,
(Though I don’t think it was intentional,
I think that maybe they were nervous with it themselves.)
Then the kids would shame each other,
“Eeww, the mushy part! Don’t look!”
And even more I felt shame of wanting to be kissed.
Somewhere this turned into
Mixing up the pain,
Why do we shame each other’s
Why do we shame each others desire
Why do we wonder then
Why we deny love…
Or the receiving…
Especially Devine Love?