Counterparts

 

Our obsession 

  would have us flat lined. 

I imagine your forearm across my neck, pressed into my clavicles 

Depressing my shoulders into the couch, deep

You looking down into me, teasing the air

As My eyes rise fawningly to greet you, 

  Shy and scared and enraptured by you there 

Your grip just enough 

To be tender and tough, 

and tender, and tough, 

As only an unleashed passion, 

  between long lovers. 

     

 I need to feel my heart thudding out of my stomach, like when I think about you...

and the nervous tension between lovers 

as my chest compounds 

From feeling your lips all over me-

 Gasping breaths and I wouldn't want you to see...

To see me losing control under you; 

  unable to hide. 

Before all fucking hell breaks open wide. 

To hold. And Heal. 

To be skin to skin, just to cuddle. 

  and then, make love again

To sleep next to 

  The one I bare, always so deep in there

Lost inside me somehow. 

A chance 

  To do some healing. 

Skin to skin. 

Eyes to eyes. 

Lips 

    to consuming every inch. 

Hands endlessly caressing, 

  If that is what you wish. 

Hearts held once more, 

  Where they long had been abandoned into each others worlds. 

The pull between lovers, tempered by a Divine union that heals, 

Calling souls, back to one another. 

The Temperance of Angels that push and nudge, when the wheel of fortune makes it's thrust 

And there is a Fool's adventure 

That awaits just around the corner...

Ace of Cups. 

2 of cups. 

6 of cups

9 and 10 of cups. 

Knights and fires, and Queens and Empresses

High Priestess and Fools. 

Leaps of faith, Met by Temperance, 

Numbers once again test fate. 

Signs and omens, and angels pushing 

  and us fighting demons, 

and love, 

And love, 

Still pulling, doesn't it? 

I imagine my melting body, and your caressing lips, and you between my hips 

and letting you in. 

  and letting you in. 

and resting there...

  Within you once again. 

For it has been 

   a lifetime.