She, My Love...

When my heart is no longer tugging at the chords of a past lover,
I see that I will be able to look fully into your eyes.
To deeply acknowledge the reflection of one another,
To explore and illuminate the caves of your psychology.

I can feel my love slide up through you as if I were in your veins.
She, my love, resides in your body, vibrating a final homecoming;
Stamping out the pride and opening the vulnerable mind.
She pulses with your heart’s electromagnetic energy.

She sends a bubble through time and space at the speed of light,
declaring her arrival, declaring her un-conditions.
I just did not know that it would take me home as well.
That my extension of love truly is my essence, and so…

She, my love, takes me spiraling through your eyes
and your lips into a matrix of gold and silver threads of light.
Here she stays for timeless eternity, at rest in your garden.
My love, her steps are subtle, but they are dancing no less.

In our words, in our dreams, in our sacred dance of passion, we are only truth.
No beginning, no end, we become a dance of balance and trust.
We both breathe our moments, never traveling outside here and now.
We have always been home in each other.