To the consolation of the mortal man
Never to touch or kiss mystique ordained by God’s hand
Benediction mantras to the winds, such fallacies to hammer thy head
The tabernacle of annihilation where Angels never fear to tread
Wallowing in the entanglement conscious,
Wishing for the scented lavender of compassion, love, and beauty in my intellectual bed
Rosary beads, amulets, crowns of grandeur, wings of regal crest
The hands of sacredness upon a time I was uplifted to the skies
Given back to the earth, Mother Nature’s echoes soothing the night from the wiles of a child
My forebears inculcated in the universe, coveted by compassion from my infant cries
An enigma, a puzzle, a maze through divinity’s reprieve
My heart masked for the benevolence to Mary Magdalene, Mother Teresa, and Joan of Arc upon the world for which we grieve
Words of comfort who you see never to deceive
Blessed by thy presence, thy will shall be done
Given by the Father, sanctioned by the resurrection of the Son
The passage of right and wrong, I am blinded when eyes come to see or need
Your ideology to see wonders not fully grasped by a microscope with the naked eyes to ever perceive
I am faith as I stand in light and truth of that tiny mustard seed
In life one must never communicate the core of soul and the hemispheres of the mind to embark in triviality of ignorance
Utterance in disparity from perceptions, degradations, the error of ways is not upon a pretense to dispense
I am, therefore, I will always be thee to please, appease
When I tease, desire arises for an awakened touch in as much
North, South, East, West, a tender kiss surrendered off my lips
No daughter of the darkness shall ever be commemorated in me from the hair strands to the sway of my seductive hips
In the cathedral of death, as you pray for eternal rest
The trinity of your life has already prophesied, as in God we trust when more seems less
Heaven shall witness its great embrace
Knots of rapture entwined as hard wool and soft lace
Thy kiss to arouse from succulent bliss
Angels and Muses give weary respite with empathy of earthly reminisce
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