On a Grey Thread/Love's Acolyte
Love's Acolyte
Many have loved you with lips and fingersAnd lain with you till the moon went out;Many have brought you lover's gifts;And some have left their dreams on your doorstep.
But I who am youth among your loversCome like an acolyte to worship,My thirsting blood restrained by reverence,My heart a wordless prayer.
The candles of desire are lighted,I bow my head, afraid before you,A mendicant who craves your bountyAshamed of what small gifts he brings.