How He Talks to Me

Answer me.

If I hadn’t come

If I hadn’t doubted

Worried, feared,

Lost my way

If I hadn’t have kissed you

If none of this were real

If it all had no meaning

If my prayers were in vain

If integrity were nothing,

More than a branch of the ego

And dreams just an excuse we use

to escape the eternally real:

pain, suffering, death, betrayal

If all that was good

was simply a lie

would this moment feel any different?

Here

Now

Your body so close

I feel the sweat of your pores

Entering mine

And this kiss? And this?

Would this then be heaven? Love?

Listen, every dream does come true

if you hold it close.

And there is a boundary

Beyond which ego cannot persist.

I want you to come with me.

If you cannot walk, let me carry you.

I want to show you what I have found.

A dream I had as a child has blossomed

Into a castle. You can have your own wing,

Although, I doubt you will need it.

My love, your dreams have blossomed too.

And all that is missing from their sacred grove

Is you.

Come.

Without you a garden becomes

a vacant lot. A castle: a nutshell.

It appears you’ve lost your map.

Let me draw one on your belly.

And, here, on your thigh.

It will all be clear

when the paint dries.