The Foreign Windows

Alone to your domain I came.

In reverent curiosity 

Stripped bare to flesh 

An offering, the fragility of me to you

But where?

Where are you?

I have sight but do not see

Under branch or thicket? 

Not here nor there

Nor anywhere

And yet I feel 

Your sight to me

The line of your gaze 

A thousand enemies have not pierced the veil 

But you?

To you the gates swing open

My city is yours

each marvel

each treasure

all to you

The old songs tell stories 

Stories of your eyes

Endless terror to them it seems

But me?

Your sight like touch to me

Tender smooth, eager & intentioned 

Innocence behind your alien inquiries?

Who are you? I should wonder

Why are you? I should struggle

Here in the arms of your eyes 

I should run 

I should hide

but I cannot, and I will not

I should desire to see you

Desire to smell and touch 

I am supplicate

Aroused and alone

Naked and desiring 

Locked in your phantom embrace 

I am not maiden, I am not vestal

Sweet musk of sailors sweat

Sweet taste of wine soaked lips

Ravaged under hairy breast

Each one a seed to plant 

Each one a pain to hide

No remorse

Only Pride 

I am pleasure and they are prey

You?

I do not know what you are

A diamond? A shadow? 

I should not mind 

I do not mind

And I would not mind

All the days of my flesh 

I could wander in wonder

Would I know you?

Would I see you?

Would I know if I did?

So many a question 

So many a trifling

Callow and small

You know as I

Your absence speaks a fullness

Ecstasy in this

Infinitesimal

Mundane

All that is, is this

New to you

New to me

Precious with virginal anticipation

Come now, not as seen or known or understood

Come invisible and foreign 

I will not try, I will not gaze

Lay it still in my hands

I shall take but shall not break

Let me hold it to my bosom 

I shall give and you shall be

A holy rite to us 

A holy rite to me

Now to me

Consummate the mystery forever more

Let us think no more.