Betrayed by words of tenderness
The heart, like stone walls,
Crumbles
Stripped of her skin,
Sold
At the markets
She takes the way to the cross
For a lie
Known to be such
As soon as
Spoken
Truly I tell you:
Before the cock crows
You shall betray me
Thrice
At night darkness embraces
My shadow,
At noon the sun fires
My wounds
I taste the vinegar of
Pain
As I tasted,
In the garden,
The rank sweat of
Blood
Orpheus, why is your lyre
Silent?
Your string must kiss
The dead heart too
Sweet kiss
Of the primordial serpent
That took
A woman's guise
In the Holy of Holies
To the king of the jinn
Spoke Solomon, the king of time
Oil-scented ointment, dew-like
Dripped
From the blue dark of his hair
And I offered my lips so the secret
Be spoken
And the fall be thus
Ordained
I offered my heart
To the knife which recoiled,
Forged not of iron but
Of bone
I drew it unto me, I forced
Its way into my flesh
I took the mask, assumed
The mirror
And parted
With myself
Ah, you mistake me! He's another -
An image long departed since
In the house of wisdom tenderness
Courts betrayal
As the tree courts the serpent
As the heart courts
The stone
Oil and balm of sacred poison
In fallen temples once devised
From blue dark hair dripped dew-like
Sweetness
I seemed to die I seemed to rise
The tender traitor I have loved
And her that you deny
And all my truth in its stark essence
I poured into
Your lie
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