Revel Kiln

  

I have lost my shame; I bleed it here on the floor

Knowing the crab queen, the nightingale, the equestrian

And now a woman so amorphous

She is a breathing muse

Mermaid masked as siren

Owl flying back into the darkness

Doe posing with antlers

Scorpion sly stinger grin

Redwood poised timeless with magpie nests

Secret keeper stashing others tales like ribbons

Orca surfacing in midnight’s breeching spy

Flowers upon her back like the grotto of Monte Cristo

I am torn asunder feeling so alive as this is the rapture of my life

God being most present daring me for faith in these hours upon hours

To write to plead pleonastic hope that the spirit that guides my words

Will sound her voice into my life again like the reckoning of all that is worth wager

Love, oh love give me thy rapture

Bend me into the origami folds of the pain required to see her secret garden gate

Dare enter upon her praying in the solitude of darkness to see a woman

As she dare to see herself peaceful in redolent gesture

Breaking pride for the parlay of this love’s grace

Come calling home and end this odyssey of decade’s claw

Be with me in this spiritual rejoinder and I shall dedicate my being

To the holiness of love’s pinnacle gleaming like a common light in the darkness

Grasp this city tight as the quaking streets tremor to break a man’s shame

To call the naked empress to love oh love give me thy rapture

Come calling home and I shall kindle the fires of a revel kiln

Smelting the diligence to live a life authentic!