If I call your name 

In the throes of passion,

If I throb and convulse

And shed my skin,

If something underneath 

Is shinier,

More attractive,

Please don’t be shocked 

At the consequence.

Please don’t be shocked

If the name I call

Is not your given one,

But a new name 

In glory

I give to Thee,

For I have seen a hint

Of your true identity,

And call out 

To the Divinity in you.

-jenn