I love kneeling to the tiny spark
that ignited this fire in my chest.
The flame was not eternal until that
burning kiss. Now the whole palace
has crumbled to ashes like the dream
it never was, and I'm falling
through light years of darkness.
There is no floor where I can lay
my forehead. But there are other ways
to bow. I can offer my heartbeat
to turn the troubled silence
of your gray cocoon into a song
of plum blossoms. Or distill
all my desires into the dewy smell
of hay grass after Summer rain.
I could become that spark,
drifting into your home,
consuming your world in an instant
like smokeless camphor.
After the inferno, what's left
but dust and joy? Eons ago
I knelt down while you were sleeping.
The cream of your breath rose.
I tasted some with my tongue.
Now I'm waking you up
To show you how to dissolve.
There was never any chrysalis,
never any waiting time to be
a postulant. Take my hand.
Don't leap. You have already fallen.
Just gaze down and discover
your naked body of rainbows
dancing for no reason in the golden void.
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