SOC Writing _ 14.3.21

 Eros

You come to me. Unbidden and bite me hard. There are no words to describe your infliction – the absolute – the divinity of your touch - the way this convulsion makes me feel. In echo chambers of my heart – an affliction has taken hold and there is no cure for this dis - ease. Only that you take me deeper and show me more – open me like spring flower – with your light touch and caress until the sun goes down and yet I do not close. In perennial fashion you go on doing what love desires – showing me what life is, what it is for. In a generation of my lineage this has not happened – 2 maybe 10. There is a long lost lust in this line and you are making up for lost time. In the Rhine I fall over board and am sinking – sinking into that murky depth you call home – in betwixt the weed and kelp I feel myself move deeply inside – like some fleshly lock turning and an old hold breaking – what is this my love? What medicine is coming to me in my middling days? What only do you have that would either way have been gift or a huge stumbling block? I can marvel at the glint in your eyes - the shape and perfect contour of you under morning light – and with the night a ghostly figure of beauty set before me – in all my days – the safety and destruction of a love kindled and yet not fired – of half baked clay waiting, waiting, panting for its glaze – for the masters fire that sets me in colour, puts me in new cloths and calls me beloved – in these eyes is a new presence - a divinity coming forth to meet me as if for the first time – undone, undone – perfectly tied and untied – only the gently sound of your breath - love and lover - lost and found – under ground and above – the music maker and the song itself – ringing through the tops of my tree and even before I have woken – you are here singing a new song for this morning – and all for me.