The Birth of Venus.

[Guest guest]

I am a reckless swimmer

always looking to drown in the heart.

There are so many fine looking women

on this beach of existence,

but I want a woman I can live within

like air lives within the sea.

Like a fish breathing its own element

I can only swim in the Beloved’s own breath.

Lovers are moth wings burning

for the light of themselves.

I would be that light

and that heat that consumes them.

I have put Your flaming torch to my body

by turning this water into fire

by turning my atoms into prayer.

I am a smoking gun

listening for the sound a bullet makes

when it strikes the sky.

I am a fish in a Your net

yet Your dart has speared me through

and let the ocean in.

I keep flapping upon the deck of this vessel

opening my mouth for real air.

I know that from this shell

Venus Herself is born.

In Her mercy the Beloved

keeps throwing me back into the sea.

And though I am wounded.

And though I am losing my ability to swim

in any other medium but love.

She keep pushing my head under

where my soul turns into invisible pearls.

I dive after them as Her swimmer.

love

eric

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