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Wendy Cox Aug 2015
Two
pools
of green in deep yet shallow
storm filled waters churning up
sands of waves that have already reached their shores...

How is it
from the moment green met green
that two pools of darkly swirling currents would
churn and twist into whirlpools of retreat?

I want to feel your pull, your elemental
slithering past all thought all consciousness,
into the eddies and hidden coves of my dream states.

I know if I look, I will find you there.

How could I have lasted so long
in this existence without you?
Mistaken and settling for transparent echoes...
saccharine kisses and bitter aftertastes?

I feel you in the very air
around me. In the space that I occupy, I feel a shift in the atoms as you come
Near enough to taste, to sense, to breathe you in.

I am in the moment. as you are, wanting to occupy the very space you take, at one with you.

Needing to want
yet wanting to need you in all the ways that needing
you makes me want you even more than I do now...
An impossibility in it's similitude.

Not as much a minus,
a void that needs be filled, as an amplitude
of the very vibrational undercurrent of...

Life.

Throbbing as we circle
then yet again, come together in the way that
is as old... as time itself, yet a genesis in each cohesion

Of souls.

Let me breathe...into myself
your breath, melding skin on
skin and feeling you within

the very...Id...of all that Ego cannot say

Lying spent... two
yet one. Still feeling the shuddering aftershocks and ragged breathing
as the spinning of the globe slows for a moment

and the Universe narrows to one small cosmos, here within this shared delusion, this moment suspended.

Let me look at you for the instant it takes
And in that instant I pray that that moment takes life and you realize that there is no Other
There can BE no Other than You...For me.

Suspended until I find you again
and pools
of green look into deeper pools of green and the faintest flicker
Of the soul recognizes a piece of its own.

True and pure waters move deep beneath the surface for those who aren't afraid to hold their breath...and dive.

You hold my heart.
Keep it close to yours and guard it well now that it has been stripped bare
of all artifice and hardened scars.
It isn't weak, Only tender and new to this world

Give me your care and I will grow with you,
as strong as I know my character to be.

As strong as the woman who is worthy of an Other and a chance at love.
Real love.
Worthy of Life.

My storms have carved a vast, stark, yet rugged shoreline
Not an easy place to land, but there are inlets and coves for those
who know the rocks and reefs of these... deep waters.

There is no lighthouse to save me,
only this Ship Master to face these storms and stand
Within the waves as they move around him. Around the vessel, he has crafted with his hands, his wits...his love of the Deep

The Deep green I see... when I look into your eyes.

I do not want to consume you and yet I can not bear to let you go.

And so I beckon to you...as I feel
the pull as old as the tides to be near you, to be OF you, all around you.
Pulling you to me ever closer until there is no you, no me... no Other

We just ARE.

And I know you feel it too.
For JC  Written Spring 2015.

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