You may revere me
[ poetry - march 07 ]
You may revere me at the places of the gods.
Do not kneel; my statue is your height
and its face intaglio. Press yours to mine;
I do not ask abasement, simply interlace your fingers
between expectant mine. Your nose in deepest
will give you the scent of the ancient sands of my stone,
your skin sense the small gift of dust that I offer.
May you take sparks of the quartzes you see. May
the beams of your eyes cast the dust of your face
as a blessing on each in your vision. Pass love
as I love you. Please do not hurry to leave.