Yes, yes, I am Gomer,
having come from the caves of my aloneness
in the years of my drought from physical affections, to follow after a love that doesn't die.  Forbidden love that - even in it's self righteousness - calls out to me in echo of my own desire until his inner struggle calls me Gomer.

Within that ache I am adulterous.  I have lain with that love on pulsating seas within the horizons of my mind many times without ever having felt the heat of his breath upon my neck...the heart is a treacherous entity.  He is blind to his power and deaf to the thunder of his struggle as it resonates within me; for I am bound by unfailing connection to the throes of the storm within him.  

Yes, yes, I am Gomer whom God will allure 
unto the wilderness and speak comforts to there.  In that day, He will put the Name of Ishi into my mouth, into my heart and in bethrothment I will understand the love of God. 

And what of Isreal?
Will the love of God heal a prideful nature?
Is not the love of God 
both humble and consuming?
Are you Isreal?

MSV