The Language of Love

 

Fireflies, held,

In bear paws of pelage –

Thick-furred bodies.

Thermoregulation.

 

Silently.

Watching over.

Protected.

For so long.

Days. Weeks. Months. Years.

The jar screwed tight.

Turning, turning, turning.

No light. Right.

 

Decades.

A half.

Century.

Passing. Glowing,

Larvae. Until.

Metamorphosis!

Wings beating again mesh.

Eyes peering, up, toward, freedom.

 

Finally.

Each.

One by one.

By

Magic.

By.

Alchemy.

Bioluminescence.

Lighting up.

 The.

Night.

 

The.

Your.

Wild.

Loving.

Seeing.

Heart.

The.

Your.

Churning,

Inquisitive,

Soul.

The.

Your.

Lithe,

Physicality.

The.

Your.

Gorgeous

Eroticism.

 

Synchronous,

Photons,

Yellow, green, orange, blue flickering.

You.

Are.

Dancing.

Across the soft body of my long

Dark night of the soul.

 

You.

My.

Love.

Are.

Releasing me.

 

Deliverance.

Untying.

Unfettering.

Unbinding.

We are setting each other free with love.

 

Diving deep and surfacing.

We breathe,

Together.

As.

We.

Fly.

 

Alongside.

The.

Great.

Mystery.

Of.

Life.

 

 

©  Susan Lynn Gesmer, December-January 2019/2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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