(inspired by the video of 'Like a Prayer'
Across the gulfs of culture
And morality's rift faults
All meet you, and grow whole.
The planks of martyrdom, crumbling,
Shine as beacons, rising to pure carbon
Of your chosen one, in ebony, beyond all fire.
So, as all flames, your shimmering dresses
Nurture for all vision your quintessence;
Held, threaded thin and ever flirting
With falling point beyond all sense.
That is the essence of all challenge,
Of all your seeming danger;
And that stance, held through all showing flimsy
Forges to true substance
All jaded solids,
Tempers all flows through oral breath,
Making the temple rained and flooded;
The earth's, the sea-bed's star.
Subsequently, I came across Kay Turner's Book Women's Dreams of Madonna - which was lovely, and encouraged me to follow suit. The catalyst led me on to find a 'real life' experience' which is celebrated in the accompanying story An Ecstatic Rendezvous.