Vivification.

Cold silver flowing

From the anchoring ice

Wash over, over, over your way

Trickles through your very skin,

Through your every sin,

And hides those unassuming stains.

Atonement, sweet blessed truth,

Seeps around the fault lines,

And over those sincere mistakes

Till you emerge sweet as snow,

Scoured and fresh,

A pristine cherub,

Devout, divine, entrancing

Still something remains,

Behind the silk sheet curtains,

Behind the guiltless smile,

Something left behind the ear.

A dove with crow's eyes,

A speck on the monastery floor.

Quite a vision for the austere...

There was a heat to it,

A pressure surmounting

The moisture building slowly,

Over lewd conflicts of the mind.

Moments with the libertine,

And most wanton of them all.

There was a breaking,

An over-boiling,

A fulfilling whoosh,

And the enrapturing embrace

Of the darkness that followed.

Sandblasted alabaster, so pure to the eye,

And yet, all the easier to spot the stain…

You loved every minute of it.