Longing like this
When my longing
is a howling wolf
and tears spill shamelessly
without permission,
the moon blinks
in silent empathy,
while frantic neurons
spread red alarm
all over my brain
to signal the risks
of an emotional storm.
When the nearest wall
is just the right place
to lean onto and
to glide down to the floor
in utter need to assume
the womb position
where intimate peace
is a natural condition,
loving arms of light
stretch across the ether
to wrap me tight.
When my eyes
close in sudden desire
to carve indelible
heart laser designs
upon my thousand and one
night dream notepad,
I climb peaks of delight
within the frames of your mind,
discovering new itineraries
along cosmic fields of unity
where our footprints coincide
pointing to eternity.
When I knowingly mirror
the faultless image
of your divine soul
and sip at the chalice
of your love scented
sacred essence,
your multiple layers of being
softly absorb me
and welcome me
under your skin,
where I stop instantly
to writhe and to howl,
for distance is no more
as we breathe as one
eager to sing
our very own song.
