Thursday, 27 December 2012

The Exchange

Her face, and,
Her eyes, her lips,
Pagan life and light and flame.

Gazing through me into her impossible beyond.
Transfixing me with those luminous jet rainbows,
In Timeless Everything.

Christ, I wondered,
Am I doing this to her?
No. She is.

Nothing else to do.
Hearken the tightrope to heaven.

Her lifeforce tripped me,
And into her light I dove.

And the morning after?
I offered to do the dishes.

* This poem subject to change as I'm having real problems with it. Sorry.