Completely captive, liberated and free

Thick damp walls are constraining me

Shrouding, chilling my pale virgin skin

I kneel at the hearth’s grey altar within

black blood of ghosts run down set stone

Displaying anger against intrusion below

As one of them passes by from the past

“Do you like living with me?” you ask

 

Simple domesticity lies softly at hand

Isolation and introspection does command

A love not in pieces, but just in peace

All fighting and triviality here must cease

Shadows of wedlock that have been before

Chastise material desires pouring hot scorn

On shallow perceptions of what is adversity

It’s no comparison to their suffering and poverty

 

Bright thin streams of the morning light

Still don’t quite reach upstairs night

Full of forgiveness, the crows cry out

              Fire burns away the embers of doubt

Quiet warmth of bonding here with you

Sounds of nothing resonate through

Lost souls opposed thrown back to the past

Slowly found again, understanding at last

 

You join my worship, brazen nakedness

Pushing heat inside wanton tenderness

Blessed amongst peat, coal and the dirt

Faithful in fragility, love is spent and inert

Drifting through, they don’t punish our sin

Listening as we confess, indulge and redeem

The intrusion is reborn, a circle of collusion

We bury ourselves in its beautiful absolution

 

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