Beloved, Mine,
Beloved, mine,
The days fly
off their spool
like a delicate tapestry
The days fly
off their spool
like a delicate tapestry
woven from time
that unravels
that unravels
while sleeping.
Upon waking,
the approaching sun
reveals you there beside me.
reveals you there beside me.
I feel a quickening of my soul,
a transcendent drive
to consummate ecstatic union.
I reach out to you
and find you reaching back to me
with delicate hands
and soft touch.
Our lips press.
Our hands caress.
Our bodies entwine.
and find you reaching back to me
with delicate hands
and soft touch.
Our lips press.
Our hands caress.
Our bodies entwine.
I enter with intention,
complete in your embrace,
and fall into your eyes.
With every press,
every stroke,
every shared breath,
we reach ever higher.
complete in your embrace,
and fall into your eyes.
With every press,
every stroke,
every shared breath,
we reach ever higher.
Our sounds,
like the Song of the Universe,
like the Song of the Universe,
rise to the Heavens
as the heady scent of us,
like incense,
drifts beyond the atmosphere,
like incense,
drifts beyond the atmosphere,
carried by cries of passion
that commune with the Divine.
I turn myself inward,
to see you from within,
and find you looking back at me.
Through your eyes
I see eternity.
We are One.
Image: “Spiritual Gate” by Patrick Flies
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Beautiful but painful….tears of longing 😥…
I am grateful tho… Thanks for keeping on reminding me!
You are welcome, Shelley. Let the tears flow. Let them heal. Let them give you hope because they remind you of how alive you are.
Thanks 🙏