Somedays are Spiritual

Between
The roles
and roses
That show without seeking
The sudden worships
That leave without speaking

And when you are alone
Under that skin
Under that mask
Beneath your façade

What is in your heart
Your soul
That puddle of ether
The dreaming
The way you wish you were

The faithful at your alter
Drinking your blood
Eating your body
Waiting for revelations
Impossible miracles

The maid
The mother
The demon I will be
All the truth
All real, below the skin
Beneath
From side to side
From bone to sinew

The truth is on my sleeve
In every fiber with which I breathe
On each wrinkle of my smile
Every blush of my cheeks

I hope the same for you someday.