moving against the light of you that is here
but not here, but will be here soon,
the invisible luminal body that you cast forth
so strongly (and gently) in my direction,
wherever I am.
7:05am
The air is dry, the bed is warm, and I feel you,
my sweetest love, the love of delight
that has been set in motion from beyond and above
and I feel you, glowing, inside me
before I even open my eyes.
sleep follows again
9:02am
and then I am startled
swift intake of breath
slow exhalation as you slide
beside me, above me, within me
and we are one
the way we have always been one
the scent of you
remembered, drifting on ancient wind
carried from sooo long ago
fills the dry and aching air
transforms the deep, parched longing
into the slow, delightful ache
of a wound healed and forgotten,
the gentle, insistent pulse of a river
teeming with life
the current of soul
that crosses every barrier
leaves behind every enslavement,
changes every bitter word and thoughtless act
into the lush oasis of completion
dropping pomegranate seeds and date palms
in its wake
riding the endless wave
that is part electricity
part touch, part tender endearments
whispered in the darkness of alone and wanting
murmurs and whispers carried
to the two ears that hear,
beauty and truth recognized by eyes that see,
hard season of bleak and barren
finally touched by lips
that kiss and smile, whisper yes
and here and now and
my love
forever
eternally
yours
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