standing in candle-lit darkness, eyes closed lips
slightly parted the young woman within anticipating
the soft touch of
the child within delighting as eyes open to floating
sparkling irridescence echoing into the corners of the room
shadows are all that we have as hope bursts forth from a golden bauble
the fire that we call a candle
and others call love
we were but moths dancing together in the dying
twilight embers of our youth
you were the stars dawning into the night's coldness
the warmth of mystery becoming known
as we embraced we held nothing in our arms
self met self fully and our bodies lied
feeling the pressure of lips meeting joining knowing
that those lips were not
pressing firmly passionately to a soul dreaming it
a body
feeling the ghost within as clothes slide gently off
naked flesh pressing to naked flesh soul atremble as lips
bite gently at the soft exposed neck lips drawing forth
desire spirit becoming exposed body falling away
and the soul
the soul realizes that the eyes have lied
that there is not a body external to self
that the lips pressed against are not part of an other
held in arms is nothing but self divided split long
and far ago as part of God's grandest joke
it isn't you in my arms it isn't me in your arms
it is us in our arms
we love you we are you
one long divided divorced from fullness
and now our bodies reflect our souls. Split asunder.
Long denied the completeness that is
that was.