Union

Union brings us home
to the one we have loved
in the reverence of our heart

Union is where love looks
through the reflection in my eyes
to see the within
as crystalline purity
and absolute wonder

Oh my brother my lover my friend
your love awakens my angelhood
is it God I am seeing
or God’s vision of me I am becoming?

(hush, He is so close now
as near as my heartbeat
pressed against yours)

Union give us the possibility
of eternity
all in an instant
the yearning depends
the searching is completed
the fulfillment finds meaning
and the Book of Life falls open
to the page which we have written.

Lovers

I want to touch you like tender rain
I want to run my fingers through your hair
like a breeze, like a whisper
and melt you with heated kisses
I want to pick the cherries from your boughs
and lay them in my fine woven basket
I want to bury myself in your golden nectar
the way bees enter flowers, come out sticky and drunk with pollen
I want to entwine around you like a morning glory
brilliantly awake to the world
I want to dance together as butterflies do
intricately measuring the air
I want to be covered by you the way
dandelions take over the lawn

Moontime

The moon sang to her bones
and she rose up, beating the dance into the lush
grass, arms held out as in embrace,
in prayer.

Her body undulated like a river and she entered the
pulse of her own rhythm. She was meant to
dance wildly in solitude while others
shielded their hearts from her
blaze.

The woman would shed her skin the way she
shed her blood, whisper words of comfort
to those left behind.

Asks for no surety, makes no bonds,
marks the day with praise, fondles the red circle
around her waist. The woman dances

skin to skin with the moon, with the dirt
under her feet, with the song that breathes
up from her gladness.

Dancing One More Time

You are not good for me
and yet I yearn for you.
How dare you walk away,
what right do you have to pocket my love
like a penny begged on a corner
without a backward glance?

What right do you have
to dance with strangers
while I await you like a school girl
drunk on a holiday
afraid she is about to lose her virtue
afraid the chance might pass her by?

What right do you have to be cold
and cruel?
The dance steps we perfected
of coming together and breaking away
have torn up the dance floor
so that I stumble,
my feet aching in
broken shoes.

Geyser

There is no delight
without love
There is no love
without tears
But I am a well
a fountain
a geyser
rushing up from an overflowing heart:
hot and steamy
but jettisoning
to no one
into empty space
where the audience applauds
when I am on time.