11-10-06

I practiced these words
for weeks, that it felt like
a mantra, a prayer,
as I whispered them to your ear.

-- I prayed for the gods to hear me.
I did my rituals, sitting in dark
corners, whispering feverishly,
weeping with pious faith.

And here in your arms,
I said the same prayer
over and over, copious tears
dripping on your shoulders.

And you hushed me,
a reverent smile gracing
your face, a silent peace
stealing over me.

-- the gods heard my plea that night,
as sweet petals touched
my lips, an ardent devotion,
a dance of worship –
a glorious blessing.

-- November 12, 2008