Orlando

A priestess nest
Tightly woven
Sexless
And pendant
One and the same
My fortune
Is your tempest
Let impudence
Rain on since
Courageless soil
Pour it cannot
An empty birth

By that edifice
We shall rise
Accustomed to our
Sacred sense
Of separateness
And transmigration
Linked from
The opposite ends
To the beginnings
This is my reverence
My supple being

In one finds it not
Pasturable
Sadly mistaken
His eyes would
Open to the light
Of our betrothed
And beckon not
A branch so
Intertwined
In sanctuary mind

Mine alone is delicate
Forlorn is my beset
And yet my heart is yours
With tenderness
I will comfort this
That breaches every distance
What mankind has severed
And bestowed

© GÄ