Long ago he told me blood was the currency of souls
In those illuminated moments I was whole
As if under baptism I was bathed in flames
And over my soul a transfiguration came
As our blood on paper rose with the smoke
A bond of blood once a contract now a joke
As he keeps walking with a holy grace
I wallow in my self pity wholly a disgrace
As I realize after so many years they were only gestures
Every touch every kiss every word said by the Jester