Centre Kings Beauty

Poetry

Bridge to your beloved

It is not me -
it is through me
you desire

I am not the beloved
I am never the beloved
If I am loved
it is because I
am a bridge
to your other.

Like music.

Is there anything else than that?

It seems to me
the highest honour
I can bestow on you is
to be your bridge:

What a joy and blessing that is for me!
To be the one to indicate the divine
to you