In absent minded surfacing from sleep
He rolls and bops her gently on the head.
A jump for both.
(They still sail dream-skies singly: clouds and rain)
A yawn, a sigh of loosening night..then giggles
...and half into the pillow:
'Do you always do that after...?
'Always.'
The secret smiles that start face down in cotton
Mean mischievous all.
And so the artful stray: fingers across the sheeted fields to find
To touch: the stroke, the tease, the tender joke
Of cartoon-witches' nails that swiftly change
To quietest whisper of his finger-end near lashes
To brush the boyish shock of hair that falls
Across her face and is so
Perfect.
2. And growing light reveals what last night shone
From so deep within her
And now she knows it too.
Seeing in his eyes the certainty she feels -
Now her Longing Being is achieved
As they climb to light together and
The lovely dance that wants to happen
Draws them on the little loving path
To earthly joy - and no worse for that...
3. What fingers and eyes began as wisps
And threads of possibilities,
Now feel the planet-surge of ocean swell
And sensual intertwine of selves and limbs so serious-silly
That detail blurs then flashes sharp as ice:
The little sweat that slightly pools - twice - at the base
Of her back
He strokes with hands behind her
As her naked song and curves and rhythms rock above him - ribcage moving
breath half open lips...
Yeys and ooaoos and silences.
She dives to ****** a smiling kiss in midst
Of whirling storms (that shock of hair again!)
Then resumes the unselfconscious closed-eye calm
Whose movement is the music of the earth.
4. Then all goes quiet.
Excuse me.
Mmm?
Are you meditating?
Mmm.
Don't you mean OM?
Shh! - A secret smile - and, well, why not?
The shiver of a different self - not unwelcome but unsettling
Creature of a liquid ecstasy
Now very close
And something far beyond itself
Or rather saved to birthright body-spirit-soul
Answers, tells,
But will not be tamed.
5. The final moves: her face sky-upwards, back,
Eyes closed, she sees the bursting stars
Inside her head - falling falling falling
The golden smile of Rightness Here and Now...
It's done...
Ruined, softly felled on forest floor
With sighs of syncopated breath
He draws a sheet the length of her pale form.
6. Hands on his chest, she rises
Face framed by sheets - medieval queen.
"I thought you were a Princess, not a nun"
"I'm glad you noticed - I am both, of course."
Exalted from the inner pagents' light
With one smooth move you panther to the floor.
"Stay - let me see you whole again and human"
(She knows he fears that alien point in love)
She stands patient, watching, while I gaze.
Enough?
Enough.
It is not right to linger.
A playful far-too-rapid Tai Chi twirl,
Then off to make the tea...
- For The Dancing Princess
- For S.
Late Summer 2009
("Undimmed the joy of this new-happening love.
With all the confident lightness born of vows
As yet unspoken but more real for that.")
