THE CLOSET MYSTIC

What greater revelry,

Than inner revelation?

Here comes my ecstasy’s,

Final exclamation:

Your love is my rebirth,

My spirit’s reclamation.

You graciously dealt

that sacred breath of life,

That made my inner flame

Spark and reignite

I’d walk love’s tightrope

Any time, any day

I know I’ll stay upright,

if on you I fix my gaze

From the windows of your soul,

I’ll never go astray

We haven’t any need,

for all of this space

Meet me in the middle,

Grow warm in my embrace

You are the sweetest fruit

That I will ever taste

With you time does move

At a contrary pace

To my beating heart

That runs

Love’s race.