Sanctity in the Dawn
I wake up in the first light, launched to love.
I wake up fraught as if the Holy Ghost
Filled both my lungs and hovered just above
Each vein and artery and bone, engrossed
Me everywhere inside my soul. Of course
It is not God who rams me full of joy
But you, yes, you. I feel your holy force
Reverberating. I am . . . ancient Troy
Completely conquered, . . . you Achilles in
My desperate gates. Your dayspring fills my bed
With wonders sent in Aphrodite’s sin,
So-called, where I am lying, lust’s lips spread.
No part of me escapes divinity,
Love, you and me a daybreak trinity.
~ Phillip Whidden