A piece of rope Yearning

I was crowned tip of the other world
with carpet coolness. Silence between the dream
and desire to mate the pulse there.
Here I slumped, dazed and trapped
from the busy and cruel world
All without intimacy in the soul of bustling stream
and always lapped at the feet of the power of a Leader
For that I want to slam amazed
to walk in the embers of the spirit,
meaning every shade of longing
At court the fact