An Intrinsic Exquisite


I woke up in his love
chained by the passion
irrevocably stained by his lust
the rhythms of his momentum
flying through my veins

those passages used to beat with their own rhythm
now never again

he marks me
overwhelms me

is this prison or joy?
is this defeat or love?

words as usual are inadequate
to approach the consistent circularity of the truth

power is the sudden reconciliation of opposites
opposition dissolves
is united in the continuum of meaning
in the suddenness of the action gone
replaced by the knowledge that the sacred is real

to live we broke it
to love we must put it back together

to awake and live I must allow it to be broken again

to love him is to


allow myself

to conspire with him

to shatter my life