Within

"Why will no lover I see
join me in chorus of Art & Music?
Instead feeding on my loins with
their loins?" He asks

"Perhaps they are satisfied
with the end week and twilight times
as feasts of carnal and seminal pleasures.
Perhaps this is enough?" I respond

Houses that are made of glass
are also reflective.
Upon seeing into the Lover's house
I catch my own reflection.

I see my limited satisfactions,
my end week and twilight times
in the same dance.
His Lover's Partner, but not.

Something glimmers & I turn.
What was it?
It is gone but it danced in
the reflection of my chest.

It could not have been
behind me.
It shone
within me.

The Divine within calls
"Come this way.
This is the way, (out)
the way to Liberty"

I turn
again
reflective glass
surround me.

"No" it says
"This way
You have finished a sentence
with words that hold no home there."

"This is the way
there is no 'out'.
The way to the Divine
is within.