In unexpected places
We find spaces
Fit for king and queens.
Throne rooms
Of grace with
Shared experiences lived.
Short lived
By the vagaries
Of life not lived.
Where are we now
My love?
How far have we come
With our eyes closed
And our hearts severed
By hands and feet
That wonder
But stay planted in the soil?
Little water.
Little sun.
Shrouded by the cloud
Of our virtue.
Shrouded by the clouds
Of our virtues.
Our eyes look up to the son
Of god
Whose gaze treads low
And whose hands fashion
Our acceptance.
A golden lamb
Who divides, conquers and
Enraptures our love.
Who are we but ants
That touch the sky?
Who are we but lions
Turned into prey?
Is there peace in loving you
My love
And loving myself?
Is there peace
In turning away
From the consignment
Of our souls?
That of tiny seahorses
Perfectly aligned,
Perfect in unison,
Perfect in symmetry
Unaffected by the
Largesse of unknown creatures.
Your neck is flexible and long.
Your neck thrusts forward
In my embrace.
The vast blue waters
Are not a threat as we move slowly
Through the reeds.
We are threatened by
Ancient devils
They seek to devour us.
Those ancient devils that
Seek to skewer our bodies
To cure their impotence.
Jealousy.
Envy.
Hatred.
Awake my love;
They come for us.
You have awaken my love...
Look!
They come for us!
But we advance.
They charge us My love!
But we advance.
They stab and wound us,
My love.
But still we advance!
The blood of our courage
Spills out and colors
The water
And yet we advance
And remain.

Will mountains call us to climb;
Or will they fall on us?
Will rivers call us to sail;
Or will they swallow us?
Will the sky call us to fly;
Or will we crash before taking off?

No my Queen...
We are ravenous mountain lions.
We are thrashing hippos.
We are eagles that soar.

No longer blind guides...
But where are you my love?
Where have you been?
You have now been revealed.
Fully realized while eternity spun
It’s web.
Caught in its trap
My eyes see you now
Because you have turned the tide
And rescued my lowly soul.
I stand naked
As a newborn child
Baptized by the blood of sorrow
Pain.
I am wet with the water
Of your clean and pure stream
of innocence and strength.
Though I am weak
I love you.
Though I perish
I live next to the light
Of your warmth.
My load is heavy
And my body is broken
But I long for this journey
Of calmness and peace.
Will you come with me?
There will be songs of joy
To light our path.
Will you come?
The muse of death propels us forward with sonnets
Of laughter at her own expense.
“I cannot have them” she sings.
I reach for your hand
As an expression of agreement.
Will you come with me?
I reach for your heart as an
Expression of my love.
Though I am
Finding myself,
I found you first.
Will you come with me?

I am lost without you.