Or In the Likeness and Image of God We Are Made Of
As dust, the particles of life
The light spirit traversed
We
In those rhythms and essences of eternal
As they came upon each other
Discovering one another
And through all the myriads of touch
Kissed within the creations of Goddess and Gods
We recognised each other
Some call it love
And such a dance was hailed to weave itself
Through the atoms of our soul
That we knew and did not know
But still I fell into your eyes
As you fall into my arms
And every word unspoken sits on the quiver of your lips
And every nuance of its translation
Echoes in my fingertips
Some call it destiny
And I held you, a burning torch of proof
In my heart could swell, you, and nothing more
That I, this man made of flesh and blood
Could hold in his hand
Eternity in his heart
Light you were and love you are
Flame of me
Flame of yourself
And some …. some call it ……….. desire
Which clenched in the palm of dampened sheets
Hung poised with the ache
A hand entwined around your naked thigh
And I could not kiss you
For each breath of me
Was you
And in the animal skin
The heated press
And the parted curtain
Some would call it …. Wanton
In the way you needed
And your eyes could devour me with such a hunger
Held me entranced; witch of the hour
When I bathed in your glory
Between breast and gasp
Where you wrote the hymn of us
So triumphantly sung
And God upon this ever-spiritual throne
Blushed
And knew the passions
Of human
Love
And there in the equilibrium
Between spirit and skin and the divine pendulum
There in the heart of the fire
And the pulse pounding vein of blood
We did not deny how we were made or who we are
Or in the likeness and image of God
We are made of
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