Mea Creatura

Lust purifies us,
my dear;

suffering sent
to lead us on,

sweat unstrung—
pearls of wisdom

bled clear—
nothing can

tear what
love can rend

and sew together

Not doubt,
not fear—

wears itself out,

knowing no other

Mea Creatura,
do not run

from yourself—
from us—for we are a

force majeure,

No obligation
setting us down;

we are free now,
our debt cleared—

though yours,
I cannot settle here;

amour toujours,
know I am near.