May the words of love reach you and fluster your held self, The way a silhouette of breeze Excites a meadow.
When you are touched, May it be the gentleness you desire, Your lover’s hands sending Each caress deep into your skin Like a discovering glance.
May slow sequences of kisses discover your secret echoes. May your desire flow free and never be fettered By the thorn-chains Of old guilt or crippled touch. May you feel how your soul loves When your skin glows, And your eyes darken When promise ripens.
In the gaze of your lover, May you see clearer In the mirror of your own being.
May the silences be spaces where you can gather swiftly, At ease with all the subtle complexity.
May you be able to listen To your lover’s heartbeat And think only of the joy
You can awaken. May you be able To let yourself fall Into the ocean rhythm,
Unfolding evermore Until you become One crest of wave, Rising into wild form
Whose beauty will show In the graceful sweep Of its home-breaking.
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May the words of love reach you
ReplyDeleteand fluster your held self,
The way a silhouette of breeze
Excites a meadow.
When you are touched,
May it be the gentleness you desire,
Your lover’s hands sending
Each caress deep into your skin
Like a discovering glance.
May slow sequences of kisses discover your secret echoes.
May your desire flow free and never be fettered
By the thorn-chains
Of old guilt or crippled touch.
May you feel how your soul loves
When your skin glows,
And your eyes darken
When promise ripens.
In the gaze of your lover,
May you see clearer
In the mirror of your own being.
May the silences be spaces
where you can gather swiftly,
At ease with all the subtle complexity.
May you be able to listen
To your lover’s heartbeat
And think only of the joy
You can awaken.
May you be able
To let yourself fall
Into the ocean rhythm,
Unfolding evermore
Until you become
One crest of wave,
Rising into wild form
Whose beauty will show
In the graceful sweep
Of its home-breaking.
~ John O'Donohue