to my Priestess of Black Shrouds II

To my priestess of black shrouds
I owe my lives
the lesser physical
the greater spiritual.

To my priestess of black shrouds
I tell no lies
I speak not in fancy nor fear
I act not for acceptance nor love
since both she gives
freely.

To my priestess of black shrouds
I bear no guise
I am frail and afraid and fractured
she has no inkling how beautiful I
look
she has no idea how ugly I
feel
so we have no pact to continue
such an illusion.

To my priestess of black shrouds
I cannot compromise
and midst the mist of her embrace
I too am blind
for but a moment
like a rose in spring
my heart falls
open.

Within the black silks of my lady's sight
I am stripped bare
naked I am nameless
and though I fall unto my knees facing the almighty
fear of insubstantiality
though I flog myself in the mountainous shadow
of my shameful shame
not she
together we know only bliss
full darkness.