Concentric Convergence
by Jeff Mason — Read all 207 poems by Jeff Mason
...trying to find the light again
Sunday, October 12, 2008
i long to trace
the silken softness of thy face;
with each finger as i linger full on thee
the perfect contour of thy lips
with deft embrace
of the tip of my longing tongue
that i might drink a breath of thee
and be enveloped in thine endless sea --
answer to my inmost inquiry
spoken only in thine own sweet depths..
that thou might hide away my soul
inside thy very sanctity
imbibing every drop of me…
and i… of thee
oh flawless shadow
which only i… can truly see
thou art my subtle sustenance
fulfilling me in ways in which before… i dared not hope to know
the lifeblood of my vision’s inner eye that sees thy perfect glow
for i now taste ambrosia only true st gods have ever known
surrounded by the comfort of your protective shield of love
i am become a part of thee; a sentient breath – thy very own
my angel of rebirth; from gilded heights so far above
thy essence ever touches me;
my core engraved by scripted fire of thee
and i am graced to bear thy silent seal
in aching throbs of needful fervent zeal
my cloak of night is burned away by brilliance of thy light
bejeweled with thee… consuming me
in thy encapsulation
each moment held aloft in time, ‘mid feral consummation
i beg of thee to learn with me
how boundless that our love can be
fierce in flight amid the erosphere
aloft in tones… the two of us alone can hear
my love… to set thee free;
thy love… to rescue me.
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