Skewers

Trailed memories, dragging across the stone
cold floors of My Mind....
assailed senses, besieged hearts,
tugged strings and 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
...Whispering winds and cackling boughs,
sometimes crackling and oft lying in
stupored sleepy tangles of limbs
Where was he and 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 T/they were meant to Be...