Damned by a Blessed Love

What could even a restless tongue speak, when before it
Clad in the vestments of the whitest angel
Staring with the pity of the holiest martyr
Holding the secrets of the most omnipotent seer
Yes before it stands the,
Ruler of my empire
God of my worship
And deity of my dreams
Could I fall to my knees with the grace of a saint
Plead in the choked sobs of a lecher
Could your heart never open to the prayers of such a disciple
To the cries of such an anguished and begging worshipper
The cries of a worshipper whose divinity you are
You are my heart’s providence, my love’s sangreal
I want you as though you were to my every sinful flaw
The holiest perfection in carnet
And I need you as on high
Though I need you not like the wandering rest
With breath or soul
Nor with flesh or blood
I need you with my emptiness to fill it forever
I need you with my darkness to brighten the blessed day
I need you with my silence to make songs of mortal miseries
I need you with my loneliness to belong entirely to another
And I need you with my death to make of these days a life
Like a lover you stand close enough to hold
But like a spirit you keep far enough to miss
Like a sacrament you remain near enough to taste
But like a rapture still distant enough to starve for