Poetry sneaks up on me
crashing round the corner
of this dream she weaves
unsound asleep
I want you
but maybe
only everyone
 can save me
and in this flood of love
I learn to breathe again.

The feeling you invoke absorbs
The sum total
of my disbelief.
The spell spells majic,
You for me.
Demanding patience
Beyond reason
Held against this heart
I bleed.
Hungrily Swallowing stones
you throw,
to feel more real.

Laughing at the way God is
And so
I fight as if
to "Make it" up
rather than "Let it" be.
a minor plague of crikets
like tiny angles sing.
Synonyms for everything
metaphors,
for the way I think
revealing constant revelations
exzactly how now
 needs to be.

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When I remember you
Grace descends
and my life has an honesty
that in the distraction of excitement sometime I forgot.
when expand my horizons to include you
My world gets bigger,
Daring me to feel
more alive and more quiet inside.

When I invite you as a part of me
Ethereal you sit beside me
as I buy my grocery's
or floss my teeth
I grow in substance
that wont be measured

by your casual tools of observation.
What you know holds little sway against this way I feel.

Because what I saw in your eyes
lifted me higher than I knew before
Blinded by this new light
until nothing you say or do
could convince me
That this isn't Love.
That Love isn't true
Or that I wasn't made to Love you, like this.

When I send this depth back to you
expecting nothing more
than this joy I feel now
Celebrating the distance
conveniently placed between us
giving us space to breathe,
each to our own way
as I bow with my life before the sacred spark I found in you.

My prayer is of you
 Calling you in
to the silence
where I can show you
what I can't say.
The love you gave I know that you can't see
urgently whispering "come closer" across oceans of fear
Until two become One stone of being Real
tied around my neck
 as I rest in the sweet presence you draw me near to.

Blood and fire,
Raining over the Shiva moon caught in my hair
light for this nightly love
We play; we pay
Bursting forth with flowers,
feathered we fly
falling forward
into a new reality
 of that eye
All turned inward and upon me here
in the centre of what is.

Sifting through discarded petals
and dust of stars
amidst the roots of the cherry blossom tree
made of this self same stuff we feel
everyday
And what remains.
Tears under the ocean
Fishes of the dreaming
tangled through my grasping fingers
gently interfering
with my tender grip on life.

Did you forget the touch of this wetness
With the thirst that burns from drinking of the sea
When you wanted for God
and he made you wait
ripening, into solid rock
under the weight of all that water
The bone crushing density
of these depths
eclipsing
this basic need
to breathe.

Reading the signs
Of life vital
your wetness softly pressed
against this burning desert
in my mind
gently teasing
whole flocks of feathers
falling over the sky
laid open before me
calling my name
with my own voice.

Time tides moving
slow and unsteady
but always shifting here to now
with a gravity that can only be felt
whispering
I Love
   or is it,     My Love
Like I just can't ignore;
Stretching gooseflesh, spiderwebs and dreams
accross all the wishbones
holding me in.

  Because I want
with everything I can
these feelings break me open
make me incomplete
lost at sea, but cleansed
with this flow of tears
below the surface
I learn how to breathe
under pressure
Of this Love
on constant Fire in my chest.

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Image: Pass the irony by Rikki Kasso