Everest

Wandering aimlessly
toward your font
The thing of desire

My divining Rod points
in my hand

Slow circular motions

I walk in lazy
seeming aimless
circles

Waiting

Waiting to quench my thirst
Rod drawing me toward the water
which I so desire

To find the Well
to drown my thirst
in your depths

Your well of passion
drinking deeply
that I may continue

My quest.

Upward
Onward
to the peaks

To climb your twin mountains

I need no charupas
only my passion

My knowledge of passes
will guide me,
guide me to your summits

Knowledge
guide me to view yon vistas

The plateau of your torso
valley and meadow so prim
Chasm of delight

Waiting to be explored.

Spelunking into thine self
my rod seeks the well
that lies beneath

May I?

Dwell in your holy lands
to draw forth sustinance
from your very being

Sating thirst
Upon; Within; Another
To their Fullness
and Fullfillment

The most Blessed of blessings
where warmth cries out
for more

Warmth.

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