Am I Not Your Dearest Wish?

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Am I Not Your Dearest Wish?

 

Time does not make me.

And Am I not Your dearest wish?

Creation in this moment.

I your dangling fish.

Did you see the way I looked at you tonight?

The moon was hidden,

the stars were blushing scarlet.

Will you be my harlot

or my virgin bidden,

upon this sea of time,

forbidden but for the forgiven?

 

Love praise you for being a face I cannot be.

I love the look of you

without the ‘you or me’.

I have abandoned the rhyme

or reason of this becoming.

My sensual enactment’s

are just your thrumming of this drumming

that awakens me from sleep.

Let this be my ovation and loving.

Let this be my yearning,

for the Soul of we.

For the way of one unlearning,

in the ways of time, its way to be.

And in my soul yourself you keep,

from sleep to sleep

and then returning.

 

I love you as no other,

sister mine and you my brother.

Yet we abide in One who sees,

the face of That who gladly flees

such distinctions as this or that, or other.

I take a bow, and you take to,

an image of this love and lover.

This I and you.

 

And so we are released to play our games,

within this frame, and in Her name

that we take in this romantic jest,

the show of love at Her direction,

to be but this

Her image of perfection.

And so it is,

and so it is our favorite dish,

to be her Soul and dearest wish.

 

love

 

eric.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.