A poem from semi-recent dreamings...

I lie, warm and tender, in the wake of his departure,
Control relinquished amidst the loam and the churning debris,
Lolling away from the tumult; A Love-stung creature
Who has found sanctuary in the destructive interference.

An ancient current flows inside me;
Lives ago, we touched in a place dripping with fate and power;
Where two magnetic bodies, pure in their opposing properties,
Were lit with the laud of the cosmos.

In this way is my whole being kept taut on the approach
Of a preordained moment of true Love's culmination.
The narrowing scope of Time has served simultaneous purpose;
To focus and splay forth these primordial bolts of (e)motion.

Who can know when and what procurred this dream's origin;
Of such starkly naked love, free of singular form and embellishment,
Only desiring to be re-awakened and felt again
On a still moonlit night, every element in favoured placement.

And here I approach the very edge of human experience,
Miniscule yet boundless in this simple rapture.
There is no plan; only the waves weaving together
And it all feels so singularly ideal...

To float unencumbered, in such languorous fashion;
I see I AM receptivity.
The ultimate conduiress for this omnipotent energy
Which dances beyond the scrutiny and proof of Man...

Son of God, Daughter of Nature,
Revolving into infinity; fixed within the heart and eye of the All;
Vehement tranquility dips so gently into fervent sweetness,
And the thirst for the other is quenched for the distance around.