31 May 2008
I am fleshy;
All succulence and roses.
Breasts breathing within
My beating heart.
Stop and soft here:
See this touch.
I hold my breath and
Let go slowly,
Laid upon a silvery bed
Strewn with crystal white sheets,
And creamy scented petals.
Holding, clutching, still.
29 May 2008
I dream in graciousness,
And apply myself willingly,
Grown to believe
From the start,
My ability to love,
Your belief in me:
Your song within me:
God believes in me.
26 May 2008
I suffer from an embarrassment of riches.
I toil under the labor of an untamed mind.
I wrest my soul from the cosmos each morning,
only to give it back each night,
beaten down by the burden of my own absorption.
I cannot escape the muttering.
I cannot hope for redemption.
It is both my prison, and my way out;
My discipline and my freedom.
I am crawling on my knees in the dark.
I am divorced from the general population.
I distract myself from time to time, a lover here, a dancer there,
But always I return to my front door, alone and in full.
Here I am awaiting myself in the foyer:
I hand myself a jasmine towel and a cup of tea.
I stride directly to my station without a sideways glance,
Passing the lure of bath and incense,
And once again I am confined to my lovely cage,
Head bent to task in thought and supplication,
Reflecting, enraptured, engaged,
And all bequeathed by God’s design.