Phoenix
I am remade every time we are together
a Phoenix to die and be born in
the maelstrom of your inner flame.
I live and I die and I live again:
thank you does not seem adequate;
words are cosmetic contrivance
when I am made more beautiful
more fearless, more alive
for this light illuminating my vision
and the passions that sear old wounds
to cinders in a gasp; ashes fly wingless
as you kiss my newly made flesh
with reverence and awe -- as if
I were the gift.
~
VG.
From The Art Castle
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