Total Immersion

Imagine, if you can my dear, my body is Like water that surrounds you, gentle in the morning As you rise to consciousness' surface And take your first breath of the new day, For I (who always try to wake before you) Am that living water that now holds your sleeping form And listens to the language of sleep's rumbles That cat-like, purr your pleasure to my touch, Telegraph the peace you're feeling, As my arms, my legs, and shape insinuate Their way into your very dreams, Adjusting to your slightest movement, Mutual comfort moment's bliss. Like liquid love, that fuels my being, I feel my soul immersed in serving Broad strokes that your dreams are painting, The wholeness of the life you wake to, The lover that you trust is real. I have become silky cocoon Your undomesticated pupa spun In service to your chrysalis, Am not myself at all at last, But servant to your adult form, Proud husband of your winged flight. Brian Johnston April 11, 2016