Spirit
Before virtue and
Prior to the first sin
Before light and dark even
There was only Spirit.
And the Spirit folded in on
Itself and
Enveloped its sense and
Thrummed to its desire and
Thrust with that exquisite
Rhythm of potential and intent to
Fill itself with the seed of its own future.
Voluptuous and sensual
Spirit embraced the creative impulse and
Birthed us, in that moment and
We, you and me, after our initial awkward attempts
Soared and twined together in our flight
Our lips touched and limbs wrapped round and
We shared that time alone. Yet -
Yet my words now are born of this terrestrial life for
We were pure Spirit then — our bodies were not yet
Made. Our lips were still dreams. Our limbs had time to
Become. I cast my memory in the language that I have
Simple and crooked as it is.
And our Time we spent learning
Our partnership
Our pairing as
Two in support of
One and
We embarked
On our timeless journey, our
Flight of love and crimson surges
Flowing through us now and
Always.
