Watch as this pulse quickens and slows simultaneously,
watch as these tears turn to ecstasy.
The beloved appears once more to me, in the silence of this night after the feast.
How I have been fed by you, nourished beyond complete. No more hunger in my breath, the state of longing has resided here in being. I.
I return to belong once again to you.
You show yourself to me in laughter and in song. You do not tell me not to cry now, when you know these tears are not of trembling sorrow but that of joy. They stream in the knowing of you. In the chance of growing capacity shy of meeting you.
In three weeks, I will return to that holy place. In the land of Moors and gypsies, drinking your wine and shaking with fervor. More tears will fall then, this I am sure.
For my body knows no else how to contain,
all the awe you have awakened inside me.