There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.
Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!
At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.
The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.
How do we delete this reply?
Wow
Amazing
I am in a black hole
Here in my corner of the night sky
I am a lonely soul
No gods to love
No gods to find
For I… no *it* has consumed them all
I am a lonely mind
Stars in the distance all around me
Yet none of them see me, none of them dare
And so all I can do here
Is to long and stare.
At binary stars in perpeutual dance
At novae spewing their seed of elation
At galaxies merging in ecstacious trance
A universe of coitus and creation
Bodies, oh so gently colliding
Yet her I am, …always hiding
In my dark corner of space
and void so hollow
Waiting for a god
To love and to follow
Longing for a god
To worship, to swallow
For I *am* the black hole
Aging millennia an instant
I am the oldest soul
Yet I’m merely an infant
In my lonely corner of the night sky
I no longer see mine own light… Why?
Hello Ben, Big Hug From London