Clear
as a silver moon
in pitch black
at midnight,
I saw you,
felt you,
knew you,
as a moonlit stream
rippling
with love;
consuming me.
In your touch
I felt the break
of dark matter
into light,
jagged rock
become smooth,
languid;
a sea
drowning
a broken heart.
You sink me
beneath
silver bells,
dream's spell.
Love me out of
my empty shell,
fill my well
with rain;
a tenderness,
the echo of peace.
You sink me deeper
into the calm
of your palms,
let me lose myself
in the pulsing
beneath your flesh;
the soft womb
of your heart
full of love.
In there
I can breathe.
Like the calm.
The quiet
timber of light,
outgrowing the shadows
of my despair.
I like feeling
of your hands in my hair
finding myself
finally at peace
with the world
