Drink from loves wine,
so that divinity may be on your breath.
I told myself this when I first learned of a divinity so pure, you could carve yourself to pieces with it and not feel a thing.
I imagine myself to be that person,
only in a perfect world.
Alas I am not,
a lofty aspiration nonetheless is better than drifting away without sails into the obscurity of wallowing.
There is a truth in the most wretched of people.
Most don’t like to get their hands dirty though and that’s okay.
But if you like clean hands,
please don’t pretend to understand.
There’s musk and agar,
frankincense and amber,
a waft of patchouli and rose waiting for everyone,
there’s a breath in us all yet.