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If only I could capture
Like a child's glass jar agape and waiting
for the unsuspecting firefly-
The swelling, tingling
Eviscerating heat
Aroused and imbued from within
Like dry, dusty wick to livid flame
I would hold this beacon aloft
A proclamation to the world...

I am utterly enraptured
Magnetized, blood set a-boil
As if some primal part me knows
This sacred passage-way is now
Yours to wade so lovingly through.
Every cell anticipates the arrival
Of love's chalice at my lips
A wine that obliterates
And sanctifies the shadow of my destiny.

How, I think, could there be any High
Higher than this?
That which has been set ablaze
With eternal fire
Laughs in the face of mortality
I tumble free and unfettered, a weed run amuck
across the landscape of your
Eternal compassion.

I have never known anything to be
More worth the wait.
I am compelled as the worm to
Weave the threads of our umbilicus
Into a sacred cocoon-
And one day, that which has been carefully grown
Shall burst with the urgency of volcanic splendour
Into the most reverent of butterflies.

Thus we shall be carried aloft
On the back of the alchemical magic
That is the wellspring of our co-creation.