Ecstasy

Tonite the house of love renders all its force:
plagued my sense of vigilance
& clued me in to the source of mystery:
immaculate touch:
of elemental empathy:
created by a master much
like this: fragile is what fears its loss:
sacred knowing: in this showing:
who can argue
with this opportunity to be symmetrical
to heaven?
I would live here if it weren’t a curse
Upon me,
It’s been known to appear
& disappear on wings quicker than I’ve
Yet to parallel…