Or In the Likeness and Image of God We Are Made Of

As dust, the particles of life The light spirit traversed We In those rhythms and essences of eternal As they came upon each other Discovering one another And through all the myriads of touch Kissed within the creations of Goddess and Gods We recognised each other Some call it love And such a dance was hailed to weave itself Through the atoms of our soul That we knew and did not know But still I fell into your eyes As you fall into my arms And every word unspoken sits on the quiver of your lips And every nuance of its translation Echoes in my fingertips Some call it destiny And I held you, a burning torch of proof In my heart could swell, you, and nothing more That I, this man made of flesh and blood Could hold in his hand Eternity in his heart Light you were and love you are Flame of me Flame of yourself And some …. some call it ……….. desire Which clenched in the palm of dampened sheets Hung poised with the ache A hand entwined around your naked thigh And I could not kiss you For each breath of me Was you And in the animal skin The heated press And the parted curtain Some would call it …. Wanton In the way you needed And your eyes could devour me with such a hunger Held me entranced; witch of the hour When I bathed in your glory Between breast and gasp Where you wrote the hymn of us So triumphantly sung And God upon this ever-spiritual throne Blushed And knew the passions Of human Love And there in the equilibrium Between spirit and skin and the divine pendulum There in the heart of the fire And the pulse pounding vein of blood We did not deny how we were made or who we are Or in the likeness and image of God We are made of