I have been
swept to the summit, wrapped in the
arms of my Beloved. Head thrown
back, breathless and
blinded, but seeing all- alive, so alive, reborn in that
place between
heartbeats, where the wave begins to break.
Pulse of wings against my
cheek, brush of velvet
antlers against my
yearning skin, roar of thunder
in my ears, fleeting
glimpse of infinite worlds
between, and I am made
whole, as opposites
reconcile and parallel
lines meet.
He holds me
fast here, bound to His
promise, trembling in
His hands, straining for
His kiss and I would give my last breath
to stay, even as I taste the
impossibility.
And so I have
been thrown down to the depths, to land crumpled at the foot of
the summit, a broken doll, limbs crushed
and bent, mouth gaping,
lungs gasping, clinging to life and to the
memory of His kiss, incoherently
begging to be taken
again.
