Once I met a fork in that craggy road,
And it did two bold options so present –
Two ways in which to go, with choice proceed
Across the scanty plains of life and breath.
One was easy. Simple love for concrete minds
As was solid writ, to nakedness combine
And so become a woman in the truest sense.
Like that! I’d live by Eden’s face and hence
Would bat all questions to our bodied stance.
‘Tis not my love that thou should place in doubt
But that red gate aflame pressed to keep out
Those hearts that at this dreaded fork do
Knee-ward crash. Between the road of self-denial
Or bleak solo endurance in some far exile.