UNTIL
For Lynn
As I see you in the distance
The silhouette of your soul
captivates me in quiet stillness
as time stops.
and then . . .
begins again anew
The wind
delicately carries your essence
towards me
like playful feathers of doves
dancing.
Surrounding me.
Brushing lightly over my skin
Caressing my senses.
The whisper of your fragrance
permeates into the air.
Your scent,
a warm wind on an Arctic night,
envelopes me
sweetly swimming around my body.
Covering me.
Reminding me again what it is to feel.
Inviting me to uncoil
The many protective layers
I have been holding
so closely over my heart.
Trying to keep myself warm.
Trying to keep myself safe.
Trying to keep my stories alive
that say I am anything less then whole.
Coaxing breath long thought lost
out from the depths of me.
Primal sighs.
Though they have never been heard.
For I had forgotten my sound.
Yet the moon understands
and hithers my call.
Beckoning the clouds move
giving way
so that her light can touch you.
Feeding my eyes
as the the sun’s reflection marries
into your shadows
bringing beauty to your darkness.
As you dance
you make love to the moon the only way you can.
Her expression accentuating every gesture.
Each one an act of God.
With its invisible hands
the inspired wind
begins to paint you
as it meticulously removes your clothing
pulling it from your vessel
like leaves from a tree in the heat of autumn,
slowly exposing to the world
the sacredness that lies beneath.
I grasp the ethereal you.
pulling you in with every pore of my body
as you infect my skin
inspiring desire in the form of brewing stillness.
And I wait.
As I allow my experience of you
to gestate.
To harvest.
To marinate
as your essence curiously and deliberately
claws into my blood stream
and dances its way into my most precious organ.
The radiance of you
pulsing through me like a vine
teasing me alive.
Again.
And yet I wait.
Because there is more.
Patience.
Stillness.
Breath.
Trust
There is more.
So much more
to experience.
Waiting in the cavernous darkness of the unseen.
I will know when to act.
For it is when there is
nothing else.
When my mind is speechless.
My heart present
My body full
My organs throbbing
Every limb
quivering with the aching need to express gratitude, respect and adoration
for every part of you
for every sound
every gesture
your soul creates.
Yet I wait.
Wait.
Until I am still.
Until I am.
And until you say yes
with every part of you
And then . . .
we wait.
again.
Until I see you again
For the first time.