You

‘Tis sought and opined
by these eyes and lips.
Love and its candidature,
You of divine stature.

‘Twixt man and less
a primal quenching of lust
‘midst a jumble of mess;
is transcendence of flesh.

Fury of Hell,
Angel of Heaven,
I, brave and fool to be;
rejecting Evil and Godly pleas.

For home is where
the heart beckons me,
I, your shadow, am on Earth.
For when has ash ever left the hearth?