Singing Your Presence

You hide from me in a certain place
between my soul and its shadow.
You have fooled me a thousand times
flashing your flair out of the eyes of women
who did not contain the free mind
that you alone hold in your body
like a beautiful vase
contains a liquidity of sun beams.
You visit me like wind visits
a forest grove of young Aspens.
My heart shivers, as in my mind
a soft sea foam splashes.
Your light enters my succulent core
and I feel a slow ecstasy of sky
drawn through me.
Why do you taunt me so
and why wait?
Are you so busy in high meadows
teaching bees how to love flowers
with their bodies
that you can not come…
or is the way too far?
Then why not ride the beams of my prayers
for you back through the heart of a dark star
that you might spill out through
the fabric of the Universe before me
in your flesh,
panting…