To feel. To long.
Let me call it Lighted Being.
Like sperm rush to the egg
Blood flows to the heart
Thoughts run out of minds
Groins throb and delight
Every piece of the skin
This elastic shell we carry
Soft and smooth as silk.
Everything and nothing into one.
Being. All in Light. Of another being.
Be, been
Through it all. Not all at all.
Not yet, just a little longer
For the nascent moon to grow.
And the setting sun to shine
In luminous reflection.
Now to walk the way
In a rush. To chase the pain.
Now to swim away
In flow remaining sane.
If human souls do fly
When the body dies
Will a dove’s soul die when the bird no longer flies?
donika emille 