I bodylove her ministry with a threefold genuflection of desperation
made incandescent by my desolations attraction to the distraction
her body, and
her soul, for
I am hers to control.
I am puppet and muppet:
alike in the divine,
and sublime in retro-speculative
what I see and have done in my life,
and the gap between what is and what never was,
drives me forward into her arms, for Truths crown is thorny
and I am betrayed by my failure.