There

I have

More than once

In the land

Of unforgiveness

Let my hand

Glide

My fingers melt

Gently

but with a firm grasp yet

In the forbidden gift

Of His hair

The closeness

Stolen from the abyss

of the mind

Out of

The impalpable

Truth

Breathlessly created

With a precision of thoughts

Meticulous Details

Arisen

From the deep constant

Evident self

I have

Grasped tightly

In an attempt to reach

The unavowable indecent dream

Mastering

The mysterious

sacred

Soul and body

To the point

Of no visible point

Each ounce of the non-being

Bursting out

Into an evidence of identity

The magnificent echos

Of the untold

Splendid guilt