Stand with me dear silent lover, I have shed my gown of shallow flesh,
Hear my plea…is there any love left?
Examine me, I beg of you, for now I am whole; spirit, soul and speaker.
Write down my journey, all its footprints and its tears,
As we sojourn into nightly dreams, and days oneiric trances;
Lusting illicitly, for the gracing breath of life, though we have long since died.
Keep reflections shadow close on these hallowed grounds;
Sacred are the memories, once resigned to, merely to survive..
I crept inside times gaze, crawled between its legs to
Nestle within its heat, just to get a little high.
Between fear’s sheets, I bled hate that screamed,
Exposed to its parasitic precipitation, yet freed from its grasp.
Abstinence of love, has worn tragic upon my peace,
Ugly blotches from my past,
Traced and stained on the swirl of my effigy;
Your touch alone can heal.
Love has brought us to this bowstring juncture,
Inside nebulous streams, where the soul resides
Keeping intimate with this meant connection;
Embraced sweetly, before we take wings and fly.
The calm within the silence, is palpable and the air
Hangs heavy with praise, prayers and poems,
Enfolding, like the stars; breathtaking and profound.
Now is the chance to rewrite this ending,
Incarcerate the flesh that lays with death as its bride.
Great is the cleansing of fear and doubt fleeing;
Honor me with a walk, a talk, a laugh
Today, each evening, and every dawn; then let the beauty tell it all.