4.) Did I Say Ecstasy?

Did I say ecstasy?

That drawing near, you fill me with ecstasy?

And that no one hears your step, but me?

Yes... it is true... all true; and it is fire

But the telling of it comes only later

Forty lines, later,

As in the hour of struggle the birth of a butterfly

That came first... like the fire...

Then you walked in, you stepped inside me:

You had known me.

I look for those who hear you, as I do

I long for them I yearn for them, to hug them

But there are none, just as you told me

And they hate me... though they’d never own it

Wanting the rapture, too, but without the dying.

Shunning offence they each one miss the ecstatic stigma.

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