Butterfly siamese twins,
Two bodies merged,
Each with our own
Side of kaleidoscope wings.
Moving in unison,
To the ocean’s ebb and flow,
To the moon’s tidal pull,
To planetary floods and lulls.
There are rainbows I exclaim,
And lions with sequined manes,
On Sacrificial slabs,
Like Aslan.
There are purple thunderclouds,
Laced with lightening,
Electrically battling,
Across florescent skies.
Our tent births a teepee,
Outlined in stick figures,
Who transform into elephants,
Wearing gold-plated armor,
And parading across time.
You notice them too,
Traveling from India to Egypt,
As pharaoh and concubine.
How many masks to kiss?
Forest elf to prostitute,
Count to magician,
Aged to ageless?
Down to the cords,
Stripped to the skeleton.
Love can absorb Janus,
Looks adorn the surface.
Your voice holds the focus,
The generous soul, the kindness.
It is Energy that binds us,
And finds us whole.
No comments:
Post a Comment