2007 Agon Winner -
Poetry
Fervour Ekstasis by
El-Sharra
A whisper, like ivy tendrils
Caresses my mind
And makes me shiver.
I see the God in his eyes,
Smell Him in his sweat,
Taste Him on his skin.
I feel Him in his fingers.
My sight turns to mist
And drum beats echo from far away.
I slip, slide from his embrace
And fall into His;
Through smoke and wine and madness.
In frenzy, I feel the need to
scream
To dance, to roar - We are lions! -
The need to tear the flesh and wash it down with
blood.
I fall from myself
Deeper and madder and to a darker place;
I fall into silence.
I fall before Him,
Desire set upon the altar of my flesh;
My thoughts of Him alone.
My obsession, my dream, my
Muse-man
In bondage to His glorious call;
I drink of His inspiration -
Fill me, O God, with Your heat
And when the flames consume me
Lead me to be reborn.