Lamb

It is in your nature to submit.

You are not just the thing itself

But the symbol of the thing

And in giving yourself

You become Giving.

Lose none of yourself -

No essence, odor or remainder.

You are of this world,

Profane,

But made too

Of the sky and the shadows.

To possess you,

To hurt you in the meanwhile,

Is to possess the sky

And hold dominion over shadow.

For one such as I,

With nothing,

No nature

But the end of nature

It is a bliss

Transparent,

It is

A tear taken away.

No wonder

You are the object of lethal lust.

To expire

As we kill -

The perfect expression

Of Life.