Sweet Sacred

O sweet sacred,

flex and roll your

soft blind wave.

When the ghost

in brilliance hovers

out of reach,

and breath long-since

absorbed and

reabsorbed

on memory’s lips

condenses; 

when spectral eyes

averted

dart and slice

but then – oh then,

that stolen drop,

that gift that

slakes and burns;

o sweet, sweet sacred,

roll and carry over

into the body buoyant;

roll and carry

away and never leave.

Velvet quake

unparalleled,

roll and roll

and do not ebb.

I give over.

Roll and slow,

until the visions

cloud and all

is one and nothing;

slow down sacred

for the

sacred

slow, o sweet

o sweet sacred

…