The Beloved wears your face
in a waking moment
opening my mouth gently,
breathing in desire;
A longing in the belly,
and a spiraling movement of heart,
awakening a depth within
the center
unknown even to itself.
'Oh god' floats on the released throaty breath,
Adoring eyes watch, and feel and know.
This is how we love into and through
the Other.
This fragile, imperfect honoring
reaches depths and unlocks doorways
into Bliss.
It beckons like a crooked finger--
Urging, insistent,
Come with me.
