Thou.

Swept from a dream Of fireworks and iced green tea; Swept from a moment Of sunny bliss, of candyfloss; Swept into the storm That is passion, unnamed desire- A single word remains On these lips bruised in prayer-kisses.

Torn from the view Of galaxies and constellations; Torn from visions Of the hero in triumph, of praise and honor; Torn as a scarecrow By ravens, crows, and field mice- One word, poised, In flight on this tongue.

Lost in this world Of twin suns and blood moons; Lost in the sound Of stars that moan and cry; Lost between delirium And whispered promises of ecstasy- One word, a sword, Suspended by a hair.

Carnal as rain. Sacred as hands Tracing psalms Over quivering lips.

Lingering as wine. Fleeting as the smile Of a willowy boy Hiding in shadows.

Comforting as no. Bitter as a wish Granted out of time And all that is.