Philos stand aside
Eros take me.
Let me be consumed
by the Black Widow of passion.
Let not the disordered pockets of the day
Love will unmask all
behind its veil
there is no substitute -
feasting on chaff will fill
but slowly erode spirit and body.
Do you want to become
a hunched hoarder of meager trinkets?
The spirit must burn itself clean
must break the bonds of self
leaving wires and tangled cords
snapping in the unseen chasm below.
speak to me softly with spiced breath
and let it begin.