in this moment

i want to hold you in a breath
to breathe you in
and embrace all the magic you create in me
and
make you see it, while i create the magic in you

savouring the sensation
of our rose-scented twilight
sparkling quasar
spinning across the night

while we leave a trail of
golden edged black feathers..

Like this.

If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

Like this.

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

~ Rumi




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Yes. this is how i want you to kiss me.. and how i want to kiss you..
to summon you into this moment
where there is only you and me
and what is in between us


in purity
honesty
and truth


this is how i love you.

oh my heart craves your breath

my breast craves your lips

my soul craves your breath

my hips ache longingly for your touch

my spirit craves your breath

my legs long to wrap around you

I felt you..

as your love slipped inside me and filled my entire body with ripples of rain

reborn in your flowing radiance, my tears were as much on your cheeks as mine

you smile, and i see the Universe in your eyes

you kiss my tears, you kiss me

as you summon the stars to surround us

while in this one moment

we are one breath

and one heart

i love you..longing for words more accurate

Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing

there is a field.

I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

Rumi

moss woods beckoning our smiles as we tread new steps into the unknown

the history of yearnings..drawn you in to their mysteries

oh ye, little faith to understand, there beats a heart yearning

for the opening air and the dawn of dreams

waited so long

in quiet

in stillness

arguably questioning

.may this suffering be not for naught..after our hearts are broken..and sears in our armour..the chinks and dents to show our battles..yet, may we rise, ever stronger

may i feel your lips upon my skin

unafraid

may you kiss me, anew

unafraid

may you let me love you

as you lips graze me

as your hands skim my skin

my senses

my thoughts

my dreams

may i offer you this pleasure

my breath, gentle gasps savouring the moment of our beginning

new sensations, igniting fire, eradicating fear

feathers upon my cleavage

i kiss you

i love you as i softly trace the mountains in your shoulders

dance your spine

until i love and worship you

in sacred space

and whisper your name

evoke your desire

pleasure, full

let there only be now

let my love fill you

and amaze you

sate you

and excite you

soar you

and sear you

let me love you again

these tiny fragments, buried deep down inside,

trampled

smushed

into some insignificant dismissal

and disregard... ,

left to rot,

withered ...

into last year's chaff....

left as insignificant debris

scattered on marshwinds,

oh desolate, abandoned heartshards!

....................

flickering, flickering fire arrives

in

"elemental telepathy

exchange of energy,

reaction making contact

mysteriously...."