Let me soak the moon into your tender belly
And slowly, slowly, knead it into your aching womb,
Raising it upwards to birth it from your lips,
A great moan fluttering full and white
And filling night’s soul with the waters of our bliss.
When I think of you
a star rises from my heart to my mouth
and then flutters out through the world
like a white butterfly
looking for the flower of your mouth
to plunge inside, and tell you.
…and I am always thinking of you.
Love consumes time to an extent
you lose all awareness of it.
Night, day; second, hour –
all become the same,
floating, blissful, in clarity…
What am I?
A shaft of wheat swaying in the moonlight.
A bird setting his wings into the sunset sky.
A dewdrop, now here, now vanishing inside the rose.
There is a love we pay for with our entire life,
keeping nothing, giving everything away.
Seek that love.
Burn and drown in it.
Let it possess you to your deepest soul.