talk, my love.

Upon silence, I’m reconnected to the ocean-like wavelengths within me. Your eyes span my ethereal dimensions so enchantingly and I become a drop that holds everything here. A drop merging in drops, boundaries collapse— melting into your ever-presence.

A channel between our gazes, dear one. Love. A realm beyond our own, and I’m here in receivership, my heart overflowing in your purity, not a drop of otherness within you. All at once, I’m not sure how to be like this— in this ancient knowing, in the eternal kiss, in a coalescence of universes.

You have told me how one cannot tread this presence but without God’s righteous path. A togetherness. A bond sealed with sacredness. A right to venture deep into it fearlessly, shamelessly, boundlessly.

But like this, I’m overcome with the limits of time. Tears well in my eyes for I see it— somewhere, but not here; sometime, but not now. Yet, this is the only time and space we know but have never been to.

Talk to me, my love. Don’t let this silence drown me. Find me ways to drop the gaze just this time. Allow me not to see you again before it’s right. Voice in me wild dreams tied to the divine. Show me the dance which I’ll tend to awhile. The grandest inadvertence. The most attentive distraction.

Talk, my love. Don’t leave me be like this in my longing. Build me a bridge to safely be here; without it, I’ll drown.

I’m listening.