Completed at last

Image from Boston

Enchanted
by the
whisper
of
abraxas
in my heart
Disarmed
by the
unconditionality
of
your gaze
Silenced
by the
desire
in
your lips
on mine
Enthralled
by the
symphony
of
your spirit
in me
Filled
by the
emptiness
of
all needs
Completed
at last
as I
have
always been
in
us.

It is me, It is always me.

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Do you hear the waves slapping our boat so tenderly? Rather like your heat beating tenderly against mine. Do you hear it, my love?

I hear darkness in moonlight. I feel as if I am slipping away and although a part of me is still struggling to remain where, I do not know, I am tempted to yield to what, I don’t know. You? Is it you?

It is me. It is always me. Lose yourself in me and find what is real.

I have no more thoughts to think. No more goals to chase. No more fears to fight.

All disappear as I lean you against my chest and our bodies entwine, floating as we do on this mystic ocean drenched in moon and starlight.