Thou Art God

Rainflowers shedding petals as Solomon in robes
I look upon his starry seal that I may name these daemons
Hekaté in three evokes and conjures out from me:
“Rend Open, Surrender!”
within her my prayer into the night-stained air,
“Namasté”
riding the waves from which
Love herself sprang forth
pulsating orbs, laying her holy-form
worn stretched upon the lonesome shore.

Convene in these, the Trinities,
divinities here in the clearing we meet…
The Kingdom of God?
It is passing in peace
like the victorious King walking in the wilderness
covers his holy-form from mortals
while we cover up the hallowed hollows out-looking.

I am afraid, my love—are you one so-called?
Where your new-excited smile and my affection join
in that fluid moment of low viscosity
between our arms and flushed faces, joining
at the pinnacle of soul-seeing into your eyes,
they are green like the sea of previous yearning
upon my chest as I lie on yours now
I fear for fate’s sake, later gazing on your face
what arises in your sanctified eyes?

I slide across those slender limbs and stroke the surface
of that holy-form of only hers
so smooth and delighted, she smiles bright
in keeping with my efforts to Breathe Across them
teasing, toss the Transpiration
Spirited Over, heaving
blowing in the undulation.

And now this beach no longer barren
wonders where its gulls have gone
amidst the washing rumble and its sand…
Laying down a flaming blade,
the Gate of Eden waits beneath.