Saturday, July 3, 2010

I Am Waiting

Into your eyes I fell, transported
caught up in our bodies' play
deeper into mirrors each held

we pledged our troth
to names we gave ourselves
performed the magic rites

ignoring ways the path
could bend and hurl us
into safe perimeters

familiar territory
we had wished to leave behind
where others tell us who we are.

Entranced, each waiting
for the other's call, the name
of names, waiting for the other

to awaken, break the spell,
return us to the sacred place
where we may fall again.

Longer version published in Revelations III, 2000