The More She Opened

the more she opened the deeper I went until widening and entering became a transcendent event form into formless empty of intent simply there for it’s own pleasure a celebration of time eternally spent past and future suspended in divine consent we thought we were making love while love was making us rebirthing the original memory ashes to ashes dust to dust we die each time we surrender into the womb of primal trust I am the friend of your body mind and heart come to your stage to play the lover’s role in the “Tale of Two of Us” choreographed by destiny an endless engagement playing at the “Theater of Our Souls.” (Broadway and 777th St)