Searching for you through wispy clouds;
We play hide and seek - your radiant face obscured.
The prelude to our union feels different tonight.
I'm aching for you. My breasts heavy and my womb contracting.
On your own time you appear and as on cue I sit down to welcome you.
Forehead anointed and heart wide open I am ready.
My offer to you, an ever welcome release of thick sticky tears - if honey was salty this was it!
Tears so saline they don't drop, but plop onto my dress.
Moist circles growing wider on the fabric as if rushing to embrace.
My womb contracts and another circle joins in.
With eyes closed and breath easy and deep I play in your loving beams.
Little nuances provided by the clouds caressing your face for me to dip and slide upon.
I open my eyes every now and then to gaze at you while whispering just how happy I am.
Whispers swept up by the gentle breeze and delivered straight to you. Midnight express.
Much later I lie down and with hands like paint brushes I create pictures and mandalas;
tracing lines and shading with my palms.
Dark sky an inky backdrop - nature's expansive canvas.
A creative dance with you centre stage.
As I say goodnight I make my usual promise to follow and appreciate your darker side while looking forward to your ripeness when time comes.
...and you wink at me. A reminder to do the same with my life.
There is no light OR dark; only light AND dark.
None without the other.
