Splendid Notion

Splendid notion,
from ajar of thought
to trembling hands.
Our song is the lucidity of morning,
our passion the night's willful victim.
So beloved, this infant desire
& instantaneous, these fallen links of
of flesh ravished chains
- no truth escapes me.
For the bars to the windows have vanished
the locks on the door renamed.
Welcome,
& be still this soulless fire
Be still these hungering tears
Be still,
& beware
the pouring down of our reign.
Be still, & be warmed
by the lone dark desert
that is my love.

Again,
welcome


Art by Galba Sandras