Vassal to the Dawn
For one human being to love another:
that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks.
O Beloved—
Fire before form,
Light that arrives
Not to banish night
But to rule it.
You are the ember
Set in the dark bowl of the world,
The glow that teaches shadow
Where to kneel.
By you, my heart
Learns its hours.
You are the pressure of fate
Worked into the grain of my mind,
The god-hand in the stone,
Pressing thought into destiny,
Feeling into law,
Action into oath.
You are the ground
Against which I strain—
The earth that holds
And the earth that binds,
The weight that steadies
Even as it claims.
You are the veil
Laid upon my naked being,
Not to hide,
But to consecrate:
Hands upon skin
As blessing,
Touch that turns refusal
Into surrender.
You are dawn
Rising inside the moon,
The host that comes
When gates are weakest,
Unbarred from within.
You pass through me
As conquest and completion—
Victorious,
And leaving me
Spent upon the field.
I am the vassal king,
Crowned in my own unmaking.
Petition spoken,
P
etition answered.
I am the power
That shears its own mane,
Breaks its own seal,
If it pleases thee.
For I am your desire made flesh—
Longing given breath,
Want walking upright
In the body of a boy
Who learned too late
That service can be holy.
I am the acolyte
Of being seen.
For this is my sorcery,
My only dominion:
To behold nakedness
Without recoil—
To name beauty
In the full terrain
Of body
And soul.
And thus I open myself—
Flesh and mind unbarred—
And set before you
The beast I am,
Unadorned.
And when you did not turn away,
When you stood
Unmoved,
You took me.
All of me.
Bound not by force,
But by recognition.
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