Lover of wit and cunning, mercurial as fire, and as terribly dangerous;

You set my inscape ablaze with that flame that is beyond heat, beyond burning, and certainly beyond stopping. 

Orgasm of the spirit, some might say, though I do not know that I do -- I have seen You once without masks after all. 

Kaleidescopic, quixotic, You rage through my world; and I am glad in the making and unmaking of things to find You there. 

The Inevitability of harm is not so great a price to pay for such unending blessings.  

Artwork by Maureen Shockey.