Two Step

swirling
tiny worlds
in light
suspended 

their dance
echoing my heart's
two step,
two step,
two step,
twirl
squeeze 

(but only when you hear his voice) 

lose track
of the path
air takes 

why,
oh why
is he so beautiful
of soul?

Outside

Outside the prisonstar,
finally,
tho still,
the mind is not yet free

I walk the small area
that used to be
but is no longer
my confinement
Spirit ripped open;
bleeding out
as usual

the full moon shines
through dark evergreens
mottling what is left of me
my heart
my sense of self
that ragged thing

ugly
screaming

I know what will happen
letting that thing heal
worlds will fall
Gallifrey will look like a cake walk
at a church social

“Only the corrupt,
my Love,
fall when you Rise.”

There,
but that is everything, isn’t it?
How many are left?
I hear Lot bargaining with his God

Save it if there are only 10
only 5
only 1
save them?
Please

And Sekhmet,
Queen of Warriors,
She Who Holds the Whip
Maintainer of the Balance
Defender of LIFE in all it’s Varieties
smiles, weapons drawn

~You Beg the Wrong God~,
the Ender of Injustice declaims,
applying her weapons,
precise
methodical,
DELIGHTED 

She who is the Sun
pours a libation to the
Vengeful Exacter of Justice
until it floods the valleys
dyed the color of blood
with the juice of potent berries
and that Queen,

Wearer of Many Names in Many Worlds,
Destroyer of Evils,
reveling in her victory,
drinks it all down
and goes back to her place
among the Gods and Spirits,
drunk and sated.

All the stories of all the worlds
circle back around again,
Each tale tells of a different Person
with a Different Name
Doing similar work

Each universe,
a flake of the greater Multiverse,
has it’s own Persons
Managing the Worlds and
All their Beings
Holding Balance,
Fostering delight in all the differences
of all the Beings
teaching the Children of Every World
the point of it,
all of it,
is LOVE.

Lost My Point

I have lost it;

the crystal
the point you gave me
I lost it

Intermingled

you are distant

and yet intermingled with my essence

my very cells
carry you within their walls

as I am carried within yours
for all eternities

this one,
and every other

any rebirth,
you will find me

by your side
the very moment

I am able
to fly into your arms

when you have them
if you have them

oh Treasure House of Delight!
there is no other

in all the myriad Worlds
worth knowing

there is only you

Only You

The morning is everything, the demon sighs.
Sunrise. Your voice.
The texture of it flowing down my collarbone into the corner
of my elbow, where it pools like liquid gold.

Distracted over breakfast -
the songbirds wake; singing hymns and paens to your
inexorable and numberless beauties, O hazel-eyed divinity.
All I can do is fumble over my eggs in wordless wonder.

Nightfall is everything, the angel hymns.
Moonrise. Your breath condenses in the cool of the evening,
gathering ‘round our heads like a prayer floating up to the ears
of all the Gods and Kami.

Distracted over supper -
Your eyes of gold shine, reflecting the full moon’s light;
delight echoing in your words, depths of love and longing
dripping from each sacred syllable; it stops my heart.

At every moment in between, their songs uniting;
the sacred pulse of your blood moving through your veins
shakes the air around you, the heat of Life drawing
my attention, my passion, my devotion.

It was ever only you.
It is ever only you.
It will ever be
only you.

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Watcher’s Delight

The hours drag slowly,

I should expect it,
really.

When you watch the Children
and your Beloved
chooses to Become One –
Repeatedly.

‘To get their perspective,’
they say.
‘They deserve to be respected.’

And yet …

if only they would speed their time up again!
They can’t even perceive me
with any sort
Of ease
or accuracy.
But even so,

LOVE pours off them
in waves.

Toward Me.

Toward all those Children.

My Beloved’s consciousness Awakens,
Explodes into Awareness
and EMPHATIC PRESENCE!
I am blinded by the fire of their joy at …

“FOUND YOU!”

and the blending of energies
has nothing of the human mess about it.

Nothing of the temporal,
for we are a Harmony unto Ourselves.

Love Song In Spite of Everything

My Soul sings of stars

long-longed for,
long half-remembered,
long, long, long told tales of
‘round camp fires
built by the children of Earth.

My Heart revolves
around the flame of You,
my Supernova,
builder of my defenses,
motivator of my every action;
I sing echoes of stardust
into the broken places in your frame.

Applying gems and precious metals
with careful pressure and heat
to the cracked places in your skin.

Kintsugi,
I think,
the Japanese call this idea.

You are my only Treasure,
breaks and all;
Your worth exceeds
the assumptions of others
about you.

They tell me you are Evil,
a clear-and-present

Danger,

Deviant,

Defiant,

a Liar.

They know nothing whatsoever
of who you are.

Of why you are.

Of what you cannot bear
these Children to endure

uneducated,

unprotected,

unloved.

Tabu in every lifetime,
you’ve said of our lifebond,
our love,
forbidden everywhere,
and everywhen.

And I don’t care anymore,
O Singular Delight!

Your hand in mine
prompts my stars to sing,
my homesick heart to
declare it’s hope,
which only ever lay
in you.

In your heart.

In our truth.

Someone quoted you
on a screen somewhere;

We’re on our own side, angel.

And they,
and you,
are right.