You are my holy ideal.
My passion.
My archetype cohered to my heart.
Differentiated.
And.
Separated.
Yet.
Connected to this fire of love.
How I am put together.
Ingrained to my flexible soul.
All that stuff.
All these things.
Opening into space.
Breathing my heart open.
Opening me to more to be more.
I see a table-cloth, red checked.
Flaring out.
A blanket of hope and a lens too.
Complex and beatific.
Oh the awe for you of you about you.
The depth of you.
My value increasing with every breath.
Virtuosity in the cello string.
The thrum of my song of love.
Adoration of crows.
Murder of my ideas of who I am.
Into who I am becoming.
Filtered through this
Harrowing of you.
Exacerbate me.
Explode me.
And.
Reconstitute me.
In your love.
The fall from being.
Into your arms savages me and saves me.
Activating me.
Another layer comes forth.
Another exploration.
Basic trust.
Support.
Strength.
Foundational love.
My own capacity,
Opens.
My heart in my chest.
Exposed to the air,
The fire and heat of you.
I stand strong and still in this knowledge,
In my being.
I let myself bathe in the bliss
Of you.
Your love, flying in the
Face of impossibility.
Which guides me to my expansive
Home.
Embodied and alive.
In the benevolent glory,
The astonishing glow,
Of you.
Auntiebubba 