June 2012
Tonight, as I lay smoldering
Tonight, as I lay smoldering
I took pen in hand
and wrote of impossible things;
of magic and mystery;
of all the brush strokes
made but not recorded;
of consummation;
of communion;
I convulsed with secrets
long whispered by the goddess
to her lord, and by him to her.
This I wrote, still smoldering,
in ink that only could be read
by your body.
(I found, for the moment, peace).
…VAST