Showered in kisses,
through cupped hands,
your tender face,
from beryl eyes,
to rest inside.
and my inner,
betwixt is lodged.
where neither I
(A peculiar dream this
where outside in
I cannot unlock the secret of my soul
but must in Love with a Stranger
turn myself inside out!)
There have been a ridiculous amount of synchronicities:
I realise now how much I am in your ocean.
My dear, then not a drop of dark tincture cast in these clear waters in which we swim,
a vast ocean in which no matter at what end you lie,
I sense you in the very reverberations of the molecules around me –
the slightest tremor!
And must turn in your direction and with blind eyes penetrate the depth searching for your form,
and begin the journey to find you and at last embrace you with every ion of my Being…