has the fire consumed you?
have you seen yourself in the light that melts mirrors?
do your shadows dance before you,
speaking in tongues through broken glass?
has pain suffocated you to the limits of surrender,
bequeathed new lungs to you so you could truly taste mercy?
have you stumbled like an infant before the Divine?
have you laughed at the words of prophets
and silenced the movements of sages?
I want to live and die in your wake,
I want to cross endless thresholds with you,
I want see my last breath slip through you,
and feel the Mystery entangle us beyond hope and reason.
And this I will always ask:
Lover, who are you?