Longing -

the quivering compass

that dances the path home

through my body’s desire.

Falling again and again

into the softness of

silken

surrender.

To follow a longing so true,

every cell calls for it,

melts for it,

yearns for it.

To open each hidden room

and let the cool air rush in -

blowing away

every unconscious prison.

To loosen everything

that hides me from Love,

and release it all

like a feather on the wind.

Till I am free as a skylark

on a summer breeze -

tenderly kissed by my Beloved,

and draped in the stars of Her grace.

While I whisper into Her ear:

“I am Yours,

and You are mine.

And we have never been apart.”