It is a perceptible shift
along
our
fault
lines;
cool heat and icy fire
glide through a firmament
both glacial and volcanic,
and the earth
moves
in a rumble and sway
beneath my feet.
It is healing presence after palpable absence;
scorched earth renewed by rain,
raw wounds soothed
through the saltwater flow of tears
that stream
over the continental divide
I cross
to center myself inside the circle
of your
arms,
where you
and you alone
both cause and calm
the quaking of my limbs,
while my heart remembers
to beat
a steady rhythm
despite its stillness.
It is the fathomless complexity of dusky calm
combined with the exuberant dawn of exhilaration;
the anticipation of Christmas Eve and
the culmination
of Christmas morning,
illuminated
in the entanglement
of our limbs.
It is…
Spiritual.
Ethereal.
Floating
above us both,
ascendant,
I am
anchored
by your
shuddering release
pouring through me,
raining back down
onto your shoulder
in a welling of unadulterated emotion…
The heat in your touch warms
my snowy expanses,
and when my sun-warmed edges
bend around
the curve
of
you,
it is more than just my flesh
that merges with yours.
Swan dive
down,
I take the plunge;
my soul somersaults
into your
own,
and together
our rolling waves
crest and swell,
the tide transcending
time,
space,
place.
It is a mingling of your essence with mine,
strengthening the helix between our hearts;
tiny tendrils braid our beings,
binding us
with every quiver and pulse ~
silvery spirals pushing,
coaxing,
pulling
you
ever deeper
inside
me ~
and when the dawn of your light
explodes across my horizon,
it is then…
…when you are Mine,
and I, Yours…
I soar
on the wings
of
JOY.