on Joinings

Trailed memories,
dragging across
stone cold floors of
My Mind.
assailed senses, besieged hearts,
tugged strings,  puppeteer foibles
Reflected shadows in
panes of shattered lake
surfaces

What lies beneath, can
only be good to know.
I was,
He said, softly
Raising eyes meant for the One
chin cup'd

Whispering winds, cackling boughs,
sometimes crackling
and oft, lying in
stupor’d sleepy tangles
of limbs

Where was he,
where was she
who was the third
pair of slewed
sundered limbs,
added to that
agglomerate and
accreted slowly to
that Joining

Writhing masses of
flesh like blood worms
being fed to ravenous
gulping mouths

Trembles and tremors shook
the rippling flesh
Her belly undulated in
deepening shadows
that drank Him in

   Later, they were One
as always They were
meant to Be