Portrait, Sacred and Profane

A heart quite overpoured is mine. It replicates the breath inspiring purity and art with just a piquancy of lust, expiring endings of romance and promises, of wisdom in the dance that holds decorum back and celebrates the wilds of fancy, balanced by excursions of the moment into love. Two natures reach across the table of my life, and at the moment they are friends. They vie for some ascendancy but give no thought to final victory; it is a badinage with no superior but for the instant flashing of reality, the fleeting smile of tolerance, the protocol of dreams. And then the desert wind comes up and passion flares. Sirocco dares to cross the sea and steam my body, yield, invoke the sanctity of art, and bowdlerize the arcane glory of desire. Thoughts of transcendence intertwine the carnal heat, and I, aware there are two men who ride the storm within me, may relish laughter in my quest for peace ~