Sweet is Passion's Wound

We cannot imagine a greater thing than a martyr's love
so we climb the nearest cross at its first full moon    
and there we enter its membership - pain as but a garnish    
to the sweetest feast of manifest abundance in affection    
a heaven    
   
The inability to sustain joy in the face of isolation    
becomes our testimony to the importance of intimacy    
and the gift of unconditional accepting love...  
healing in the face of surrounding support    
the pinnacle    
   
Forgiveness is a teaching only valuable within a balance  
allowing for boundaries, earned trust, and selected contact  
Within the declaration of self without limitation by ego  
fruit of full union as well as protective isolation crystallizes    
 all while attaining its intended delightful ambrosia    
...a smooth sigh  
   
Endurance through the jarring violence of    
wounds upon your hidden, internal passion    
...upon the stagnant and lonely inner flame  
returns the soul to the feast without end  
if allowed its sweetest, most tender place  
in radical life