I Am Your Love.

[Guest guest]

I am that which you love.

That which you have hidden for

a weekend of rainy days.

I am not weakened by your

hem-locked and passing passions,

rather, I am tickled in pink

by your coming and goings on.

You shall find Me laid deep,

and uncovered also, in the world of you.

My simple breathing oxygenates your life.

 

For I Am the lung of your desire,

the heart-rendering of this, My soul in you.

You are My beach and My wave.

I Am not stranded by your castaway dreams,

nor am I rippled in transience

by any stone you judge Me with,

for I Am the stone,

and the rock of your ageless beauty.

 

I Am your own Jesus,

and within that child you, I Am sweet mary,

I Am your mother love, and you, My womb.

I can read your fabulous good fortune,

My palms are full of awakenings

for the little birds you were unable to make fly alone.

 

If takes a mountain of effort to keep your heart closed

in the open body of this love.

Let the mouth you long for be your own,

and then you will know how to kiss as I do.

There is nothing to catch,

nothing to seek, and nothing to do,

but love yourself into Me.

 

I Am that which you love.

My salt has your taste. I Am wet in the water

of your garden pools. My body plays

in the pulp of your being.

I Am the purse string of your passion in Me.

Draw close to Me, this bridge is laden with the flowers

we nurture together.

Beloved child of My desiring. Can you not feel

my presenting touch upon our touchstone?

Spill yourself open now,

Consume My spirit in every breath,

live naked in our love.

 

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

 

copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.