5901 Pentecost of desire

When you feel the vertigo

Of knowing I’m nearby,

You must tilt

Your head and close 

Your eyes simultaneously.

When you feel the vertigo

Of knowing I’m nearby,

You must understand

What was prophesied

In past eternities.

When you feel the vertigo

Of knowing I’m nearby,

My lips will settle

Like butterflies on fire

Upon the opulent adornment

Of your beloved flesh.

I will cease to be a promise

Suspended in breath,

And I will pour myself out

As if I were the holy spirit

Upon your universe,

Until each one

Of your heavens

Opens wide

And your moaning is heard

In angelic tongues,

Unfathomable,

At the four corners

Of your body.