Love Letter 241 Decadent Mistress Symphony 11

you, my love

are so seductive, that I too, begin to seduce

I feel all leopardy, and things begin to transfix me into iconic places

I want all passion, and I forget from whom I have won this ransom

it is too tempting...

to try on

your eyes for a while

to get lost in your penmanship

we sprung together, like two seeds, enjoying so much sun

that the rain, became just as lush and advantageous

and nothing could restrain us, from playing our violins, one into the others scroll.

I wanted you

quick and easy,

all your hands

and the uneven way you stared, and then stepped forward, almost to

kiss me but

never quite touching

my doubt

with your fear.

and I was looking for something

to stir me

even though I know

that God Is Here

I still go looking

for a way into the maze, again and again

wanting to wander

wanting to knock at the gates of hell, wanting to crank call

all the beautiful impressions...

what have you done?

I have limped along this road, before

hearts in disastrous poses

my own, in ruin

but still

I consider

falling down this well

when you use those urging words

which feed my ego such solid milk

my mouth waters, to be had

and then to have you.

I run my fingers down this curse

just to see how it feels on my tongue

again

and then

Mary

begins to lay out her stones --

a jeweler's witchcraft.

she carries me back to bed

with hot water

and a long list of ways I have averted myself

and inflicted something other than my pure incarnation

there they are

the linens of sabotage

spread about these holy houses

like the occult

oh lover!

my lips are stones rubbing together to spark

desire is just a noun, unless I make it into this careless verb

oh please, surrender

for I would be your mistress, within the time it takes to bring you here

but, lover

I must

become

what distraction's task is committed to foul.

oh lover

I must tear even this mattress from the bed

and all those foundations of loneliness

I must channel this longing, into what it truly is

the beginnings of a temple

so repute

I must bow down now, before I even build it

I Love You

Your Beloved