Reverence

Core pulsing the hum of my humanity
the feminine call of my flesh to be filled.
Ritual blade made by my Earthen Father
slices cleanly through fresh picked green
spilling sticky, slippery, salient sap
onto my fiery fingers.
Tethered to the stars
the fiery cold music of the One blows through
playing a hauntingly comfortable melody
on your spine with my fingers.
Paused breathless in the flickering candle light ~
     Here~          Here~          Here~
is where your wings would be
unfurling forth with the subtle scent of faith filled creation
if we were not made flesh.
       I know you~          I know you.
More intimately than the insistent throb
that marks the duality of corporeal forms.
Those base points that could merge our bodies
we keep separated by the thin illusion of cloth.
But no matter that conjoinment
     The at-one-ment, atonement
I have felt you stir inside me.
Your feathered touch gently brushing away
pain, fear, doubt, sorrow, remorse, grief;
cleansing, blessing, absolving, loving my temple
leaving room within for this new worship.
In this silently sacred moment
your back becomes my altar.
I am astride the very earth itself
          the Word made flesh.
Like the Tree of Life I have taken root in you
stretching boughs upward to the sun and wind
The healing begins...
The healing begins.