One more time into the incantations
that make bell chimes in the sky of love.
Breathing within the Holy Ghost of myself.
Opening this passage
in the intimate magic of body and form.
God has a perfume
and it is in the very moment
that we expire upon Her presence.
If you have not touched Her bosom yet
with your prayerful cheek,
then you have not awoken to Her heartbeat.
She is the within of your secret closet
where you lay in the temple
naked of vestal robes.
Just your pulse swooning
on an ebbing tide -
departing into Her truth.
And now you are the song
held up in glad oblivion
making a music
too clear to be translated
into any language.
It is the sound a bell makes
when struck by everything
all at once.
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