March 7, 2010

Growling in each dawning thought
Perfect passion, heavenly wrought
You fill me to the brink in you
Paint the trees in colors new

Fire, fire, fire, flame!
Lost in sorrow's unfound blame
Screaming wheat in a field of red
Touched in sacred creature's dread

Power of one woman's gaze
Holy nights, enlarging days
Tears of loss, uncried and free
Offering new worlds to me

Devouring my mind and soul
Take me, have me, full and whole
Lover's lover, proffered clear
Light the torch and draw now near

Type: Poetry

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