AN AMBYS 2024 FAVORITE (POETRY)
These my offerings,
tiny and fragile, they must take root
in stubborn soil. Fertilize them.
Give them shape. Twisted they may grow,
but their trunks must be strong.
They must reach through the night.
They must be of t...
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Is it love that possesses me to write, or lust? Surely in the depths of my loins burns poetry; and in that cauldron, where joins spirit of longing and essence of painful sight, is the inspiration found only in desire. Yet it is something else that makes me strive to create poetry for you, to make words come alive in hymns of adoration. This lyric, you inspire. It is yourself that gave the gift of holy flame to me. I strain to show my gratitude, for you to see that in my striving to do honour, there is only love. Lust fuels the fire that burns my sleepless night; Love purifies the flame, and sees me fit to write.
