Far and Near
The moon seemed full forever, fixed and set
There high above my loneliness the night
I went in search of distant love and met
You with you heart held up as in a rite,
As if an Aztec priest could sacrifice
His own wide chest, incise it with sharp stone,
Peel back smooth skin, part muscles, neatly slice
Right through the cowardice of rib-cage bone
And finally (within a mystic trance)
Pull out his pulsing organ as a gift
For solar god, believing radiance
From savage deity enough to lift
You free from harm, enough to raise you free
From wounding, if you held your heart toward me.