Crucible
It doesn’t interest me
if you want to be my mate.
What I want to know
is do you hunger?
Do you long for the taste
of sweet peach nectar
mixed with the wild ocean breeze
of she who is yours?
Do you miss the slow waltz
where two firm bodies melt
into the restrained furnace
of their desire?
Do you howl
for the mistress of mystery
lost so very long ago?
What I want to know
is will you draw your silver sword
to fight valiantly
for the divine separation
and divine union
of earth and sky,
moon and sun,
man and woman?
Will you beat the drums
to match the thunderous beat
in your lover’s breast?
And fire the arrow
without hesitation
to find its home
in the one who is true north,
who is the One?
What I want to know
is will you willingly nestle,
your leg thrown gently
over the sand dunes of her body,
as you both lie complete
encircled in golden stars?
Will you surrender graciously
the boundaries,
so carefully built,
within the deep recesses
of your magnificent heart?
Will you gladly
join your flame with hers
to sing the songs of becoming?
It doesn’t interest me
if you choose me or not.
What I want to know
is will you allow
Love to choose?
And let it be the crucible
in which to explore
endlessly
for the rest of our days?
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