Michele C. Messina Long
Retreat To Return - Poem by Michele C. Messina Long
Your hand moves slowly toward me.
The thought of your slightest touch shatters all my guarded hurts
With the truth of your love.
So close that I can feel the Energy of the Universe,
Thrusting toward the flesh of my vulnerability,
Transforming every fiber of my being in your wake.
Making contact through the ether of our love, so begins our erotic dance.
Experiencing our own exercise in nothingness,
Then retreating without a single touch.
From you lead, I move toward you,
The essence of my being rushing to meet you there;
In the nothingness of our existence, known only between the two of us.
While I listen, listen to your heart beat like the rhythm of the ages.
How sensual this non-touch toward me; and me toward you.
We get so close, then withdraw.
Only to return again, to hover over each other,
Almost touching; not yet touching
Allowing space between for love to grow.
Transforming life together in our floating,
Gentler moments of love, sharing, vulnerability, intimacy and trust,
Time becomes eternal within our drifting.
Strength requires the power to withdraw and not engulf each other in our flames
Fueling our imagination
To know the blessings to be found in what we share.
Run away toward your freedom
Then return to me at will.
I will be here waiting for you to almost touch me once again.
Now, rocking me slowly, gently, as our souls move together,
From the lower to the higher realm in the beauty of this mystery we share.
We have found our time to love.
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