I said to my soul, Be still,
and let the dark come upon you
And it shall be the darkness of God.
T. S. Eliot
You rose calm as the moon against the absolute dark. I watched from the corner of darkness, from the wall of nothingness. Safe there against what You might be.
Your face white as Buddha's smile. Innocence. Beauty. The Beloved.
You snaked towards me in a betrayal of all thought
In the contradiction of all love
In desiccation of the beautiful
Eyes closed, Smile undefiled,
Your intention: to invade.
I scratched out at Your impassive face
To draw blood
To tear at the holy flesh
To stop with pain the divine rape
But I released Fire
The intolerable Gold.