at home in the dark
i am bated breath
and base desire,
or the haunting notes
of an unsung aria
echoing into night
as holy fire.
i am that which is wounded
yet forever burns
in the magic
of unspoken words
(felt as the barest whisper
from my touch) —
a whirling rush
of shadow
and light which dances
beyond ecstasy
or shame,
always new
and eternally untamed.
