He stands like power incarnate, as Right.
With staff and globe, in light in dark in pride,
He wills and I am moved--refracted light
Through glass, as if my older self had died.
I find I'm shed--by him, by love, by me.
I never sacrificed such things. I'm new.
My will has changed--no longer me but we.
In time we'll see, melted, what hot winds blew.
"Just close your eyes" in silence--feel his breath.
I listen among stars, his heartbeat mine
His kiss--I must be slag--sole death, soul death
In him I find myself, new self--we shine.
I worship with my mouth--his crown is gold
A king of old--not tyrant--blessed to hold.