It was the pellucid rays
consuming us,
x-raying our bones
until we gleamed
like living skeletons
clothed in evanescent
fragrances and incandescent
flesh, raiments spun
from photons of desire...
It was the light
that sluiced through calcite
alleyways and entered us,
tuning us and all that met
our gaze to its translucent lyre,
till we forgot who we had been,
renounced our former state and style,
and supped on goblets of champagne
where sun and moonshimmer conspired.
It was the light,
dissolving distances,
that held us in its thrall,
fired us in the crucible
we learned insatiably to crave;
the purifying blaze that comes
but once, effacing every flaw:
the luminosity that stalks
the shadow of the slave...