I am the penetrating darkness,
decisive moments ripping through time,
a gift from madness, igniting photographs from behind,
flipping and searing lines, ‘as below, as above’,
collecting broken frames in your negative space
that has become the foreground of my love
I’ve polished the marble of these statues for far too long
hoping one day they might move,
but as magnificent as they are,
our conversations have grown stale…
I feel the beauty in your eyes taking in
the life that boils from inside my heart,
this endless river that could melt stone…
seeing both my power and fear,
you, with your unwavering eyes,
have plunged your sword of Love in between my ribs,
and only after a gentle kiss to ease the shock
you drag me into the mud beneath these monuments,
pulling phantoms from my chest,
imploring me to destroy my creations,
my leaning posts of false courage,
to face the morning sun,
climb atop the ruins of my soul
and create those worlds within worlds
that scream from the depths…
The Pregnant Unknown trails softly behind us: Love’s secret voice
whispering, even begging us to surrender hesitancy,
that precarious net new lovers hold
while wading barefoot in shallow waters…
…this tide gently pulls us further,
Love offers us the gift of buoyancy over its fearful depths
as we pass in and out of each others arms…
Angels and demons on either side, guiding us,
but they can only see so far – oh, the power we hold!
We are both: pillars anchored separately in Love
and that space in between
where we mix beyond praise and premonition,
outside of time, yet we unfold.
Embolden by your spirit,
your imperfections revealing your vulnerability,
framing your beauty and humanity,
my own dawn with blinding clarity and stories untold.
Complete and overthrown by this Mystery
peeking from behind our fear,
dancing through our fresh eyes,
we are Here
mirroring in Love’s infinite womb.
suspended crystals,
defining and uprooting our hearts,
we are endless raindrops
tracing fractals from the inside,
absorbing the divine scent with our every move
hoping the next incorporeal body of Love
will shapeshift our being,
making us a mystery unto ourselves once more
The serpent has made its way up my spine
and is looking for his tail
behind the hissing in your shadows
while I am open arms, surrendering
at the cross point of all the edges inside myself,
breathing into my body
the subtle glances you graciously and shyly offer me
into the keyhole that rests not so quietly
in the cracked door to your heart
revealing your intense radiance
that is a beacon for Angels
celebrating Love flowering in your voice
and vibrating the spiral circling in my soul.
I was fighting a battle
not even God could conquer
when I heard a whisper:
“No more fighting”…
I dropped my sword
and found myself suddenly
staring at a kiss print in a mirror,
Hallelujah!
All the blood I’ve shed from self-inflicted wounds
came rushing back
and filled my heart like a ballon
with a rope attached for you to grasp
on nights when you travel
the murky waters and treacherous forests
in your soul.
An Angel pulled me out of my body tonight,
so I could see God.
As quickly as my eyes were filled with light,
she plummeted me back into my chest
so I could feel God.
And in a flash of heartache
I knew myself.
I knew you.
If my lungs weren’t filled with feathers
I’d tell you
how much I love you.
Angels are circling around me
like vultures waiting for the end,
and I’m lying here
smiling up at these messengers of Love
because neither of us
can make the first move.
Your Love has washed the shores of my heart and mind
since beginningless time.
No matter where I’ve been in your vast, infinite horizon
the sound of your waves
have conducted the symphony beneath my feet.
Perhaps tonight,
I will lie across a raft
built from the bones of your choir,
breathe your salty air,
and forget which star belonged to my birth.