Mystical Flesh

Logia in Lyre

You took me with one entwining kiss lost
Me in a desire to touch your yielding
Innocence that was beauty to the last
Breath of holiness and pride protesting.
I lost my mythical mystical soul
Webbed solitary once and last with you
Sans reverence glueing flesh my hands roll
In the moon Deity no longer Helio.
Odor of my soul I can smell it!
Bring once more my celestial place I weep.
Scent of my soul not again I shall breathe!
That place in the moon left and not to keep.
Deities immortals in fields of mortals
Logia in trinity lyres mystical.
©NDR 7.15.2016

Reconciling one facet of my '60s carefree life-my lost celestial place-
with the mystical trinity. Like Telemachus I needed Mentor. And Time
had and still presenting me lessons to make the right turn at the fork
in the road.

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