Holy
Two in deperation cling,
Need morphs into desire
Leading to chaos,
But always there is love.
Holiness abounds as I
Change my definition
Of what is sinful and
What is sacred,
Planting pictures of her
In my mind over
The uncertainty and
Insanity of lives
Abandoned in the
Blaze of unfulfilled promise.
She lay stretched
Out before me
Like intricate trappings
Of a harbour after
A tempest's romp.
