First night.
There’s a space where your body pressed
The air like flowers
The wet lick of you lingers under my fingers
An ache to curve
The shape of you fills my world
Afterglow
Like looking at the sun too long
Everything else looks wrong.
Still taste you in my beard
Feel your skin between my teeth
I still need you, in my grief.
Morning light.
I still want you, but relief
From immersion emerges
Like first spring flowers under frost
Like new breath filling lungs
Can’t hold it out, or in forever
Life will thrive in the potent mix of together
Then apart. I’m full up with you
Satiated beyond my body’s bliss
Heart heavy with our parting kiss
A grief for the melt of union,
Merging souls, futures and flesh
I need a rest
Time to replenish other needs
The solo feeds my deeper pools
With source-fresh gentle motion
Cleansing, so that I can flow
Once more into your ocean.
Joe Blogs, Feb. 2023