A Sacred Place

I want to cut holes in my soul and let the light burst out. I want to dance on the darkness of my beginning, a moment bringing light to a universe I don't know, yet walk with every moment. Angels of light and dark hover beside me singing primal songs. Songs that glide through the cave of my ears. Songs that I recognize, Songs that I forget the moment I hear them. Songs that hum with every breath. Do you hear the songs? Will I know your light, your darkness? Can I communicate to you beyond skin, beyond blood, beyond bone? Is it possible to breathe together in this vacuum? I'm afraid of no definition-- no line to describe us-- Yet my sense of completion comes from a vision of obliterated form. Can we light our way by touch? Under the shade of stars, will my lips find you? Lips with no words, telling you all I am. Lips that are greedy and eager to please. Lips that love you. In complete darkness, the place where I stand alone, we are chilled by emptiness, warmed by light that doesn't shine. Light that's a memory in black, a loving encased by shadow, pierced by fire--small, clear and consuming. Show me the way to you. Show me the way to all........ A place I can feel hot wax on my skin that shouts, "This is a sacred place."