Devotion From Across
What I’m asking for is too much — he looked and said to himself across
A mirror. He wanted his devotion and last act of bravery amping him most.
Imagination increasing those possibilities, he settles for knock-out laid.
My total devotion, interior fire… Beyond my very eyes? Goodspeed bade.
Yes unless Devotion is at her side, not mine — make of it as you will-sire.
At Devotion’s cost ties were severed. Thin is the thread of all morals.
Laid bare we dared her to stay — Devotion ran her way across his skin.
I am your morals, she said. She dared interject for devout surround florals.
Soft — ouch! — thorns following the edge spooked her from me — poor
Solitary lost not found — given to externals, Devotion beyond my sight.
Fire pressing impressed he the looker through the mirror where she stood -
Devotion in absolute form takes hold of the looker like dogs to a bite.
Be gone ye who invoked motivation per Devotion, the Divine hidden
She so humbly spoke that he so humbly left. Devotly he bade in silence ridden.