Sacred Curtain
Nobly and drab,
heavy curtain
hangs toward justice.
Righteousness hides
primitive desire’s
poetry read to the meter
of heartbeat.
Sacred service, trust,
churning guilt at the ignition,
heavy curtain and a spark
fantastic fire of imagination.
Feminine and lustful
smoke contouring her
makes me pray.
Devotion to a Will,
myself forsaken,
you are the potter;
I am the clay.