A whisper, like ivy tendrils
Caresses my mind
And makes me shiver.
I see the God in his eyes,
Smell Him in his sweat,
Taste Him on his skin.
I feel Him in his fingers.
My sight turns to mist
And drum beats echo from far away.
I slip, slide from his embrace
And fall into His
Through smoke and wine and madness.
In frenzy, I feel the need to scream,
To dance, to roar – We are lions! –
The need to tear flesh and wash it down with blood.
I fall from myself
Deeper and madder and to a darker place;
I fall into silence.
I fall before Him,
Desire set upon the altar of my flesh;
My thoughts of Him alone.
My obsession, my dream, my Muse-man.
In bondage to His glorious call
I drink of His inspiration -
Fill me, O God, with Your heat
And when the flames consume me
Lead me to be reborn.