THE CLOSET MYSTIC

drowning 

in an ocean of want

desire

is a maelstrom—

it grabs my ankle.

down, down, down we go,

down, down, down to the bottom.

i found you there

in the abyss

those murky spots of shame

at the ocean’s floor.

here,

our scarlet letters 

catch no light.

and here,

our wrongs

turn right.

here. in the shadows.

you alone were my Sun in the pit.