In the black spheres of another’s cavernous
eyes I lost myself amidst the seep of my own
light patterned into strange foreign orbs

drinking heavily of I
am borne on the winds of imagined hands
sculpting me awake. where I can dream-in
the voids between lust, where the nothing
seems happy, the night is my friend

in the convex meniscus of another’s iris
perhaps I can dream of rebirth in the titrating
wound in the womb of lust

makes my eyes search the ether. In the
womb of my lust there is wind in my wings.
In the womb of my lust there is more

to be found. to be woken into equilibrium
perhaps I must abandon the forked tongue
of independence, so that fanged loneliness

can die of happiness. the snake becomes
a docile bird when fed. the castle of self
becomes a womb in the kingdom
of entwined, sleeping hands. we are born

many.

Accept all that I have to give to you everything that I am.

To you the Healer of healers, I give you everything within me.

Accept it use it, for your Glory Heal me of everything evil.

For you are the Miracle-Maker, the Lover of my Soul too.

I fall upon my Face, asking for your Forgiveness and Love.

So heal me of all of this here wickness deep within me Lord.

Use me to reach out to those whom feel undeemable by you.

So that they shall realize that you are the Saver of the Lost.

That you save those that are Lost and those that are Broken.