You don’t believe
There’s “a man with a beard
Watching monitors”
In some cosmic spiritual space
Called “God;”
I don’t know what I believe
Exactly,
But I imagine there to be
Some higher power than me.
I’m banking on it -
Otherwise the blood
And the love
Would make no sense at all
Beyond what is physically accomplished
When two people dance
The way we did.
You said it yourself (to me) twice –
It is more than that.

I wonder what comes next.
I don’t find myself imagining it to be
Anything at all,
But whatever it is will be exactly perfect,
As all events are
Perfect.

And what of magic?
The light in your eyes
Meeting mine,
Growing as we send it out,
Our energies swirling about
In the space between us -
More space than matter, n’est pas?
The invisibly tangible fire that roars
When we are near to one another.

My name spilled from your lips
And yours from mine,
Energizing the thought
To words
To action.
What have we built together?
And will it manifest
Or float away on celestial winds,
The telling of our story a whisper
In the cosmos?

You tasted my ceremony,
The one that was only mine until you
Came along and gave me direction.
I will never be the same,
The sharing of my sacred rain;
My very life into your vessel,
Your very life into mine.
I am full of it today,
And so it shall remain
An endless ethereal echo
Of what once took place
In boundless moments that exist
Outside of time.

And I wonder what comes next,
Existing as time passes in my own skin
Alone.
I am satisfied in this moment.
I do not find myself pining for us,
And I let myself be
Perfect.

I almost forgot to mention the pearls -
Once cast (by me)
And eaten (by you)
Are bound by word and deed
To manifest the very truth
Hidden in your shadow heart
As pearls so often do.

07/28/2006

Posted on 07/28/2006
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