Beguiled

 

Every human heart needs

a Friend made of fire.

I choose the one whose gaze 

is annihilation,
whose storm of love

is my next breath.

I know by the warmth

in my chest that the Friend
has found a home,
the flame has found a wick.

But if truth be told,
I have no choice,
and neither does the Friend.

Does a famished bee select

which flower to drown in?

Can a honey thief resist

this invisible fragrance?
I was beguiled by God,

God beguiled by me,

both of us, choiceless.

Photo by Aile Shebar