make me once again
pure and demure
for this is the greatest story
of rags to riches
–
born again
will I become virgin
from having been everyone’s
to my own only
–
I belong to the celestial
though I’ve sold myself
in an act so absurd
I’ll laugh till I cry
then cry till I laugh
in its recollection
–
an oxymoron
to assign a price to the priceless
I sold myself, I sold myself
I sold myself
why?
–
make me pure and virgin
if I could take it all back
I would
–
Goddess, teach me
how to honor sexuality as sacred
For I gave myself
and I feel tainted
I feel soiled and unclean
–
but no more,
wash me
–
another great joke
to make me howl in laughter:
how can I go
from this extreme radicalism
having thrown myself
into our collective Bacchanalia
our widespread Dynosian mania
with closed arms
a closed heart
…yet open legs
–
to now opening my heart
wide open
determined to save myself
for one who can meet me
truly meet me
on every level but physical
first
that our consummation be symbolic
a living form of art
reflecting the oneness of our hearts
I want nothing else
I want nothing else
I want nothing other than this,
Which to me is everything
–
Make me pure and virgin once again
to respect myself
and my worth
for I’ve made the two one
In the most peculiar of ways
that in opening my body
my heart too does open
so when I give to you my body
My heart is also presented
that priceless jewel
it wasn’t meant for the hands of the masses
to be tossed around for sport
–
Make me Excalibur
All my suitors come up
seeking to pull me from the stone
but only they who are pure of heart
truly pure of heart
can retrieve me
–
The hilt of the sword meant only
For the hand of one
and together will we ride
for the rest of our days
–
in my self-conservation have I found liberation.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 