You left us a spirit castle,
crenelated with ecstasy.
Did you know
that chemists
have tried to capture
that bliss in a pill?
Strange transmutation.
Not unlike the goal
of those in your day
who tried to turn
lead to gold.
I crave your transverberation.
To be love-pierced,
to be transformed,
to live the madder alchemies
of communion
& desire.
