By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 21 April 1998

One True King

      sensual disgrace
      macabre masks
      memories distort
      my vision of love
      my desire to taste it all
      without fierce regret
        no more haunted house
        keep the ghosts away
     I'll shrivel at the sight
       of yet another pair
          of cold dead eyes

        none for me
        my puritan campaign
           is begun
        I want One True King
         and no pretenders

 come and cloak me
   in virgin beauty
  crown me
 with deep, honest kisses

    I look at you
     and see life
   rather than raw, foolish death
       your breath
         on my skin
     is the wind
  that blows the doubt
   right out of my
     waters.