Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Soul's Beltane

Shed thy clothes, my soul,
Leave the mind and body thus
Lying, skeltered,
Upon the ground, removed.

Frolic with thy Lover, Soul
Whose hands hold you,
Carved you out with desires—
Curved you against compassion
Whose kissed sigh
Gave roses to thy cheeks
And light behind thy eyes.

Arc under thy lover’s hold,
Breathe back in that life,
Scar thy lover with thy marks
So the body remembers upon return,
And mind remember the soul’s ache
Of the rending of spirits in love.

Lay my spirit down again,
Once returned to me, let rest,
When breath is caught don me,
And bind again to thought and flesh.

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