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~ The Sacred Temple of Desire ~
(To the essence of fruition and vision – that great Theme)
Block by block, brick by brick
Is a Temple built
The hands which to mortar bind
Foundations built from the mind.
Day by day, smile by smile
Hand in hand, pass the miles
Each to the other, a place in time
Closer my Love, your hand in mine.
I am drawn to the pain
In your arms embraced
The bricks are set, one at a time –
The shape of intentions, a beautiful rhyme.
Not all that is intended comes to pass
But the moment when it comes
Is what was sent, given from above –
A Temple built by hands unseen.
(You stand naked in the Sun
The night before it begun)
Of all the nights, I wanted you there
Amongst the thoughts and ideas
Relaxing your fears –
On air I floated, so happy to be near.
Of that Temple, the heart to share
Is what deeply matters to this heart
To this Soul –
Hand in hand we passed.
Building as we will, the Temple it
Through the door of Life we enter –
Together we begin.
Upon your hand a device
A bond you wish to embrace
A bond not acknowledged –
Through you I see!
One cannot serve two masters –
Sacredness of desire and intentions
Their own temple true…
The door unlocked, you walk through.
The fire in me burns deep
The lightning in my eyes begins to
Near you I cannot remain!
Fly, fly away, my spirit
And too me return
Without a double mind
Clear intentions true.
You look as though all is well
Making your path alone
Your hand in mine, just seconds before –
Brick by brick, you break down the door!
It is hard to keep the fire from
The Temple black with soot –
What is the cause, and what is the root?
Be clear my Love
To yourself be true
Do not fear to tread the path –
Of chaos and dread!
Each brick a part of the whole
Now pieces laying on the ground
Amidst locks, rusty and cold
Hanging upon your door.
For days (Six in fact) you have
Showed your bond
Yes, even after your marks –
Submission still glowed red!
To submit and relent you vowed
Bound you would be
True it was
As you came to me!
On this night, as we pass beneath the
A full moon rising above –
That dichotomy of pain and love.
Excerpt from Volume 3: Poems of Love and Light: Of Magick, Masks, and Masquerades