You throw me out of bed,
smile
and ask me
to sing your song to the world.
Lips trembling,
I open my mouth…
I am just a single note
in this infinite harmony,
a chamber for your resonance.
Won’t you wrap a blanket around me
for just a while longer?
Sometimes the morning fog
slumbers ahead of the sunrise
and I cannot see
your face.
Then I am paused
in a flash of choiceless remembrance,
and for a moment
the shadows of this world
retreat behind your eyes
and I am found
once more.
Inhale.
Empty now,
I step backwards into you.
Filled with you,
I release
and become
your warm breath.
Exhale.
It’s time.
My eyes have never moved from you,
I’m ready to bare your beauty,
I shred your clothes on this altar,
these statues move with the touch of our skin.
Who is ravishing who?
The night sky spins counterclockwise,
your hands guide me to its center.
Enveloped in the breeze
that caresses your skin,
I rest in the Light
that touches sleepy eyes,
recalling dreams of lost souls
found by the sunrise.
How could I have expectations?
With your every inhale
I pass through each cell
of your radiant body,
With your every exhale
I’m reborn,
a fountain of mirrors
in the eyes of countless Angels.
What expectations could I have?
And so I lie my head in your arms,
close my eyes,
and awake
as a single syllable
passing through your lips.
Now I remember.
Buried in a murder of crows,
wings fluttering in directionless patterns,
feet resting in their warm breath…
…silence…
…a single heart beat…
and they screamed in unison,
breaking free
pulling
scattering
me
throughout infinite space
so I could take root
in your heart.
And Now
I
Remember.
Converging in this centerless horizon
the screen is blinding
as we embrace in a single dance…
how beautiful that I will forget your name,
finally knowing
you.
Two steps in between
the known and the unknown
I empty these pockets of my heart
to fill this soul with infinity,
and it with me.
I toast a drink
with the Light in your eyes,
touching bliss
with your lips,
bringing me
back
home.
I dreamt I was lying
with a glass orchid
poised in a bed
of white roses in bloom,
enamored by its brilliance
illumined by the sun,
and yet
saddened…
…it would not reach for the light
nor open its petals
towards my soft whispers.
But, oh, how wonderful the smell
of those white roses…