avila and the cross

The night you pass through
these terrors with wings
also dwell in the castle
with the free and fatherless

many rooms I search
reds, violets, blues
rotting fleshy corners
perverse haughty secrets

interior citadel
opens the promise
I can see forever
to you, shut in your high tower

where the creatures cling
gnashing and taunting
your palm greets my palm, grasping
we step into the dawn

slow moan rising to rolled eyes
seeing the pinpoint spectrum
He is Love! He is Love!
ablaze in my core.

share with me this misery
bleed through the curtain
seduce me with the seven stars
lead me back to Him.

Locked in my bower
wrapped in stiff black
splintered knee, genuflecting
my fingers brush

Forehead
Breast Bone (heart's home)
Shoulder to Shoulder.