Fervour Ekstasis

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.