Drunken orgies miss the mark
The inner pod still empty, loosened, dark
Making up for lost time, I wonder
Back to my origins, healing, lack.
Deftness hearkens back to the start
The spirit birthed in me, understood, brought to light.
‘Come home, return to your Master,’
I hear, amidst it all, beckoning.
Intimacy touched, inwards, exposes
Loves large longings, hidden asunder.