Sigil
All temptation, tower-topped
by soft surrender, is undone swiftly
beneath star-courses gently shining,
where our meeting, angel-sung,
makes you into fire's emblem,
inflaming me to be divine,
where I await with breath abated
as your finger, incense-scented,
sets your sigil on my soul.
Beyond all merit and deserving,
beyond all labor and design,
this, with grace's heart-possession,
makes me yours, and only yours,
intermingles in our breathing
the very spirit of our souls,
joins together in kiss soft-pressing
two bright stars in southern sky --
one fire like a dragon winging,
shedding light like morning's dawn --
this, the mercy of your being,
captures me and makes you mine.
