Fire-bright
The knotted cord
Biting epiphanies into the tender flesh.
Kind-eyed angels holding irons
Fire-bright --
From the depths of God's own bosom --
Press close to us---
Teresa did not mention how
The golden dart
Had flickers licking from a slender head.
The spirit is willing.
But the flesh? Perhaps--
Too strong.
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