27 January 2012

Fly to You

I could fly to you right now
On wings of broken promises
Yet somehow continue to walk
This solitary white path
Bone stripped of flesh
Shrouded as a wraith
Like the flustered dove
Of a soul’s departing
Spellbound pristine naked
Coming before God
To claim this mount and ride
From here to the heavenly
Spheres of the Moon
Leaping into chasms of longing
With blind optimism
And the blood-orange
Dawning awareness
Of a consciously embodied life
Smelting the burning illusion
Of a penitential separation
With the flood of orgasmic waters
To drink from the cup of knowing.

(c) 2012

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