6: 33:  Orgasmed

Excerpt 33 from Journal 6, 'Becoming My True Love'
  -From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

               It is the wind blowing
               that is you dying
               me beginning,
               us spinning
               a life pulsing;
               a heart convulsing
               an image praying
               of yesterdays saying
               why, only delaying
               agonies of bliss...

               It is a mind throwing,
               in an instant knowing
               you are the one, to
               inside I run
               from a thousand years,
               a million fears
               the scent of your musk, to
               awoken at dusk,
               all I know to trust,
               your smile is my
               ecstatic lust...

               I hear it rise,
               gusting and so wise
               a storm and rising tides
               on the shores of our demise
               in love to abide,
               I see only your eyes
               and from where you came
               I run to you all the same
               my bliss is your name
               and I call you my home...

               It circles around,
               begging not to be found,
               it lifts us away from the ground,
               I fly to you without a sound
               my scream was the earths voice
               my thunder its rejoice,
               your presence was my choice
               I put you in my vase
               where I can see your face
               my flower, my treasure
               to be there when I wake.