Holy Sanctum

Release the flow. Burning candles, warming water

slide below. Dimly lighted room being nighted whispers drift where

shadows go. Ohhhhhhh. Scent of memory. Time's illusion. Skin remembers what

minds won't say. Sanctum, where the fire fades and the water

knows your name. Sanctum, let the silence speak. Let the body

take the blame. She steps from shadow cloth like sin.

Steam wraps her wrists, pulling me in. Walls remember breath and sigh.

Ancient flames about to fly. Fly. Sanctum, where desire kneels