Undergrowth

~~My spirit, my love—my spirit! It burns as firebrand, cleaving
To love. I’m ripe for the amatory transgression—if only sin
Was so marvelous. Steer the vessel, my love, for I’m fraught
With abeyance, despite an overdose of caffeine. Life has
Siphoned my courage. But I dare to love—such sweet nectar!
My soul, aflame with mystery, immortalized in cameo! And
I yearn for one last dance, sawing away at the net of illusions.
It’s all a dream, my love—a flaming fantasy. Thus, we wrestle
With particles of reality, haunted by the slow creep of death.
And you can find me at the pantheon, quoting my convictions.
But I must return to this experience, this web of passions, if
Only to nurse this gash in my soul. It’s an aperture leaking
Into infinity. Thus my blood is dripping into faith, soaking
Belief. Whereby I’m melting into the scripture of existence.