Divergent Strands ~
I have touched the divergent strands of your braided grace.
A pleasure unknown to those who have hidden their longing inside the secret chambers of the heart.
Like a legend that was forgotten amongst the very heroes who carved its history in to the bedrock of the soul,
Carving with their hammers and chisels, felt faintly as the gentle warmth of your voice whispered into my ear every story untold.
Your voice carving your signature in to the particles of my existence, as a lover who’s bedchamber has been carved in to my heart as the shelter where I take refuge from the cold of my naked emptiness.
Nestling ever deeper in to your embrace, until my desire emerges from its cocoon as the winged echo of our perfect union.
I have touched your divergent strands and they draw me every closer along the serpentine coil that became the fabric of my flesh, woven on the loom of your breath.
Every thread a note, a hieroglyph in the lyrics you’ve inscribed on the walls of my guarded tomb.
Every whisper, a fiat that lines my bones and adorns my sarcophagus with the golden flower of your love for me.
As gems amongst ashes, as monuments to kings, as dressing for stone, adorned for the eye of your only admirer.
I have felt your divergent strands between my finger tips and dream only that they would enfold me as the coil itself, receiving, releasing, and interweaving, each particle of my being with yours that no recognition of either remains.
-Asa
1/8/2008 With Love and Pure Intention _()_
