I believed him
When he said
Perfection was possible
And sanctity
The path.
The magnificence
Of perfection
Celestial music
To a runt, precarious
In his place
But he, omitted
And not from ignorance
To tell,
The toll, mandated
By perfection
I set off
Resolute
But, naïve
Of the price
She would extract
She stripped me
Of my demons,
Castrating them or
Perhaps, it was me,
A gelding for perfection
Now I,
Years later
Sipping gin
Know the price
She extracts.
Perfection was the lie
I could not reach
Yet paid the cost
Too much. The
Loss of my demons
Give me back
My demons
The sulphuric
Subtle, sibilant
Whisperings
Of possibilities
Outside the plasticity
Of perfection
Give me back
Lusts frisson
Let me quench
My thirst, licking
The sweat
Of passions
Heat. And
Dam perfection
Sanctities path
Dam castrated males
Give me back
My lust
