Penitent At the Altar

My gypsy, mystic, music soul dances in ellipses Down pathways of holy manta mandalas. Ritualistic, shamanists trace circles in painted sand, And, I stand in boots of slavery, Like a penitent at the altar, Seeking entry permission at The vulvic door of your love. You wallow in anguished, angry fear, Hungering with your eyes. the rosey velvet treasure clutched Like crumbled heart-shaped chocolate dreams- Of Valentine's Days forgotten. You never even got a card. It still hurts you deep inside; Down in your "long ago". Leaving teardrops like a breadcrumb trail, My robber's feet run rampant Trampling, as I scamper, The Lilacs left before your door. When you relent from your sorrow; Stop paying interest on debts you don't owe, You'll find me at the local pool-hall Shooting darts and talking low, On the pay phone in the back.