On Chastity. More than what you wear or do not wear. When sex becomes an ephemeral, prayer of true heat and passion. Pure heart and soul between true kindred spirits.

I will not have this in this lifetime. I know that now after all these years.

But I tasted it once, or twice, and I taste it often alone in true connection with a place of spiritual beauty.

I taste it in rivers and in sunshine, and I taste it when life flows from tides of some kindof inexplicable ambrosia.

I see it in the eyes of insects.

I glance it in the rains on my windows and on my skin.

And while it has been reduced to mockery in parts of my life, and there is no person who gets it, there is a place very real for me that remains in the rubble and the ruins I now wade through.

Within. Heal. Quietude. Sanctuary.