forever yearning your existence
your silk garb, indifference and soot
I have wandered here
your turmoil in my hand
I have been a wizard
on the roof
praying for a new wand
and captured dragons
at the foot of your bed, dreaming.
oh, the willow weeps from her post
like an agony erupting from beauty
we are so cursed with this coarse elegance
I am so fed
the lineage of grapevines
and porcupines
stings me
and I become
instantly converted
instantly satiated by the risk
to do Your Will
Oh Mighty Benevolence,
hold these shoulders
and shear their contempt
and make my hatred burn into laughter
with the sugar of your lips
Please indicate Your Beauty
in all my subtropic facets
and collude my atoms
into You
It is my pleasure
to wear the mask of all funerals
when
death
is just a distraction
from
the Vast
I Love You
Your Immortal Beloved
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