Juxtapositioning

words are foreplay for the soul
April 4th, 2011 by me

Joining

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove…

In the morning I am awakened by warmth seeping in close to me, a breath, a heartbeat. I move slowly from dream into being, your heart-filled eyes inviting me into another day. Twin mugs stand by, steaming coffee’d warmth and life with each sip, feet on lap, talking of the day to come. The sun streams in through a wall of panes, inviting us to catch a scent of summer blossom through half-open door; or rain streams over, pattering, rivulets, and we two are snug inside with logs blazing into heartwarmed embers. Twin names on the mailbox, a testament that we walk this path in tandem, hands held, joining.

The day unfolds. I write. A painting emerges from my soul. I sing love into being. You inspire, inquire, clarify, evolve. We taste, we create, we experience, we harvest the richness of being loved and loving.

We dance separate dances, now touching again, now moving apart, always connected, always aware.

Wine glasses clinking, voices, music, shared conversation and laughter. Or reading far into the night. Or drumming, smoky fires, ancestral visions. Or sensual delights, a candy store. Our tandem dance continues. Finally darkness settles in like the purring cat between us, comfortably, contentedly. The world stills around us and we sleep, breathing, joined.

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One Response to “Joining”
  1. Terry Holland says

    Wow! This is the dream achingly deep in the marrow of our bones that most of us walking with consciousness, breath, spirit, and hope in this too often dark world long to know. Few of us can express the magic and power of our need for the soul mate, the dancer of the way with hands extended, in such an (I thought) impossibly rich and beautiful way.

    Every good man should be lucky enough to find a woman of your spirit and vision. I share your dream and wish for you the full sweetness and childlike joy of its fulfillment in every note of score, in every beat of heart and whisper of breath, as I do for myself.

    Blessings,
    Terry

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