In The Falling I Am Free Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Succulent, sweet,
two lovers meet
back where time began.
Immortal fire,
burning desire,
woman and her man.

Incandescent,
curling crescent,
moon-moth in the light.
It falls apart,
its beating heart,
in the dark of night.

Willows that bend
into the wind
as they often do,
and stars that shine
in heaven's shrine
watching over you.

Behind closed doors,
my hand in yours,
turning, burning, true.
Infinite grace,
this sacred space
merely meant for two.

The thickened air,
hands in my hair
sparks are lighting me.
A molten kiss
and more than this
rolling with the sea.

Where time stands still,
we lose our will
fallen from the heights.
A longing ache
without forsake,
deep and dark delights.

And if I fall
and lose it all,
let me fall with you
so far away
another day
when the world is through.

Sit with my soul
and make me whole
on the path of light
that we might rise
into the skies
on wings ever bright.

I want your lips,
your fingertips
merging into me;
for only then
and then again
will hope ever be.

A web of silk,
thin-threaded milk
in a rhythmic sway.
The strands of life,
a man and wife
dancing still today.