Wisdom as a Mistress
She hovers over your bed-covers
& collapses your ability to suspend belief.
She inhales your lost & ship-wrecked whims
until sheep skin passions wither sheet thin.
Whispers from her lips: "Live! Reignite the night!
From the windowsill, spew flames!" She begs you
to simply love. She leaves you simply self,
& commands your conviction, coercing like a spell.
She refills your spent host;
rattles your spider-fang spine;
Then like a holy ghost, communes:
God alone remains.