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The Offering
You have kept your heart hidden
Like a coven in the woods.
The moon, too, shrouds itself in drapes
of icy rain darts. The night is an Argus
Its starry eye spies are wise
They peruse our open dream-books
when we’re naked at the alter
Bound ourselves with ropes of willing
Self-sacrifice
Am I not the smoke of devotion unwinding
Drifting up and out to the one I adore?
NJP Jan 2010
