I become an original creation
Adopting the form of the divine
I loose the bonds of conformity
The boundaries blur
Sacred; Profane
Accepted; Forbidden
Good; Evil
Concepts of the weak-minded
Is salvation really what we need?
Detachment is the key
True forgiveness is an empty dream
I have found my divinity
It lives in her touch
Her temple; It calms me
While we lie entombed
Within each other
I wonder,
Is this love?
Or simply the machinations
Of an ever-fading Creator?