For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks.

O Beloved—
 Fire before form,
 Light that arrives 
Not to banish night
 But to rule it.

You are the ember
 Set in the dark bowl of the world,
 The glow that teaches shadow
 Where to kneel.
 By you, my heart Learns its hours.

You are the pressure of fate
 Worked into the grain of my mind, 
The god-hand in the stone, 
Pressing thought into destiny,
 Feeling into law,
 Action into oath.

You are the ground 
Against which I strain— 
The earth that holds 
And the earth that binds, 
The weight that steadies Even as it claims.

You are the veil
 Laid upon my naked being, 
Not to hide,
 But to consecrate:
 Hands upon skin
 As blessing,
 Touch that turns refusal 
Into surrender.

You are dawn
 Rising inside the moon,
 The host that comes
 When gates are weakest, 
Unbarred from within.


You pass through me 
As conquest and completion— 
Victorious,
 And leaving me
 Spent upon the field.

I am the vassal king, 
Crowned in my own unmaking.
 Petition spoken,
P etition answered.
 I am the power
 That shears its own mane, 
Breaks its own seal, 
If it pleases thee.

For I am your desire made flesh— 
Longing given breath,
 Want walking upright 
In the body of a boy
 Who learned too late 
That service can be holy.

I am the acolyte
 Of being seen.

For this is my sorcery,
 My only dominion:
 To behold nakedness
 Without recoil—
 To name beauty 
In the full terrain
 Of body
And soul.

And thus I open myself— 
Flesh and mind unbarred— 
And set before you
 The beast I am,
 Unadorned.

And when you did not turn away,
 When you stood
 Unmoved, You took me.

All of me.


Bound not by force,
 But by recognition.

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VOICE ONLY:

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