Mystic Nakedness

Stripped down,
bare-assed,
and emotionally naked,
she humbles me
to the core;

unashamed
and resolute,
I throw
my clothes
to the side
and wave my flag
in sheer surrender.

She storms my castle
rings my bell
takes me down
and calls my name

I ravish her
as the only
possible
avenue
of escape
from the thundering
chasm,
a breaking dawn

that breathing fire
that spreads its wings
of mystic light
unraveling the darkness
of my heart
and bringing to me
that symphony
that has plagued my dreams
since I was a boy.

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