Darkness and More

darkness and More…Suns roiling
    
The cauldron bubbles      stews and spews        
Take me where the roilings of the psyche unfurl
twisted paths and clear skies        
an ache that never ceases,
an Ende that never comes
why cannot she make the pirouettes I need      
why cannot she lift her hands
and simply ask      Turn and look      
  
Her feet are bound, Her hands unknown    
would she still want Him as a non-legged man        
would He still want her as  one unknown and mute

Come hither and rest      
come hither and take      
come hither and stay the course
Never leaving, though the darkest depths arise and flood      
Senses reeling, a surfeit you say?
  
Should the One turn and take,
claim and grasp      Smile and leave        
Stay and relent
loosening the bindings
        
what of those around her heart,

that tied the twain before they ever met
    
and still the cauldron of my mind roils
fomenting, soporific like a drug        
drawing her in and  subsuming her whole
      
But then He awaits her      consuming her      
Taking her in and
a new one arising comes.