eatrice Portinari
In fear consume my heart. The flames you cause
Inside it and around it should spark fright
Because their fierceness ought to give you pause.
Be brave, though. Let your mouth and heart find might
To overcome the flame-shaped, tongue-shaped dread.
Allow the Master to give courage to
Desire, Love’s pain, his pain (and mine) and spread
The hotness of my adoration through
Your being. Not just worship in my chest
Should you take in as fire; your throat should find
The strength to swallow, swallow to your breast
The gift, the burning coal that love has signed.
..Men running on flaming embers know what
….Life means. Taste fire. Let love become your glut.
[ P.S. Remove my Hell. Claim Purgatory’s prize.
Let our fires burn together. Paradise.]