in the mastery of my love
i first slaved to such desire
this fire caught in hidden shadow
curling up to leap through throat
this heavy coat of constant want
a muse of the most holy haunt.
secret daimon undressing me
a diamond mirror made infinity
so inclined i climbed so desperately
scratching at the heart
hungry for the spark.
a blue flamed tongue
sun learned
and loosed in lunar pulse
at times i felt the transformation
my body would convulse.
they came
these dancers
named by chances
maybe even fate
all unseen kisses in
perpetual twists
with dreams and smoke
and wild fits
always laid in wait.
errors are the arrows and
terrors can show the way,
to a heart in constant motion
through the miracles of the day-
and what if i were to tell you
this is how i pray?
when i do the dress rehearsal
as if it were the play.
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