The Look of Love
The look of love is in your eyes,
Your gaze of fire engulfs my heart.
Burn away and destroy my disguise,
Reveal in me your work of art.
Cast into hell my pious thoughts,
Feed now the fire with holy deeds,
Burn the banners of crusades fought.
Count now my virtue among the weeds.
Let a kiss of passion batter --
batter down the door of my heart
with a chorus of holy laughter
break into song forever and after
THIS IS the fire of your love:
necking like teenage lovers
fucking under the covers
howling with force like thunder
THIS IS the fire of your love:
giving your coat to a stranger at night
standing for peace in the midst of a fight
embracing weakness as greatest might
THIS IS the fire of your love:
red blood flowing forth from your wounded side
kissing a friend who did thrice you deny
dying on a cross devoid of all pride,
THIS is the fire of your love.
This fire,
This funeral pyre
blazes deep within,
turning to ash all my sin.
This Olympic fire,
hearth of man's desire
I cannot steal,
or barter in hope of a deal.
this Fire, this Love, this Passion
is free.
Free.
Both now and in eternity.
Keep burning, living flame of love,
Seal my heart for thy courts above.
Strip away all my false faces
and let me dance.
Naked.
In heaven's highest places.
#OnTheThirdDay: To help us all get through coronavirus quarantine with our humanity intact, I will be releasing new works of art every three days and invite all artists to participate.