Leylines of Loves Map

He melted her snow capped mountains

drank from the rivers of her waters

made love to her

by the starlight of the night

and the chorus of the dawn

discovering the leylines of loves map.

finding her new

blessing her body

with his whispered poetry

we are never not love

finding him new

blessing his heart

with her velvet liquidity

we are never not apart

always calling her to know herself deeper

to know herself as love itself

to live with the enlivenment

of the beloveds heartbeat

we are never not one

she absorbed the codes of the cosmos

from the juice of their loving

digesting the universe

into flesh of her mycelium

home to the emergence

we are never not emerging

even though she knew he would go

she could never shut down to him

his entrance into her body 

penetrated every area of her life

I am never not here

Yet she knew existence 

called her to give him the

naked rights to all she is

if she held back now

the ripples would alter the

fertile fabric of

new blossoms bursting thru

I am never not fullness

she knew when the holy chambers opened

a never before known

timelessness nameless

eternal placeless place

I am never not eternal

merged into the mystery of the

beyondness of loves bodies

heart holy chambers of matrimony opened

existence could never not have their elegant flavor of coupling

I am never not existence

the orchestra of infinite octaves 

more sacred than life itself

more precious than pleasure

more reverent than passion

I am never not loves song

The silent stillness sang

of a marriage sweetly

nestled in the arms

of the beloved

barely gone a week

bewildered by the whys

buried in the inconsolable

prison of disorientation

I am never not God

she knows she has to let go 

she has no right to be unhappy

to ask for more love than

he can give her

he is her love

I am never not Love

his words spoken with a

husky feral texture of truth

' fuck I  Love You'

spoken as he entered her again

and then paused to feel

how their bodies

mated into magnificence itself.

I am never not Precious

past the dread of sleeping alone

she arrives at a juncture 

what will she hold as true

the lyrical eternal echo of 

Fuck I Love you

or the tyranny of 

He fucked off

I am never not truth

as the pulp of her psyche

become pureed purity

she is guided by a deeper knowing 

of an eagle gliding 

gazelle like in the thermal currents 

as her body become a blossoming vortex

I am never not free

leaving her footprints and halos

as glistening clues

shes diving deeper and deeper 

into realms of delight

I am never not delight

communing unendingly

with infinite aliveness

gifted a quivering quickening

of the seed of love

I am never not Infinite

Shes knowing he is

tuning her from an untouchable 

undifferentiated reality

carrying her in to the carpentry of his creations

I am never not direct Intimacy 

she finds faith in the fuck I love you

turning her back on any other story

even if she never finds him again 

in the weave of life

I am never not life

she has been fragranced by his loving

for her to flower the melody of newness 

in the key of

I am never not the

Infinite Intimate

fragrant fullness of

Love Itself.