Joyous Melancholy
Each utterance evaporates when pen scratches paper like a bubble floating in moonlight popped by little fingers - giggles echo in darkness, wiggles ripple in this Divine Play. Oh joy! Then- Creaking swings are abandoned and sway longingly, empty in tendrils of cool, damp breezes. These words won't be revisited: Adoration, divine, surrender, hunger, longing, desperation. In each speak they release, transform, rebirth unknown. Like bats they flit exuberant or melancholic from my heart cave. In the dark cave, you are now a remnant of an echo of a giggle- fleeting but precious. I am a joyous, bittersweet roar resounding from deep within your groin- exploding forth from a mouth of compassion. This giggling child dies. The roaring monster dies too. Like drowning fish, we speak now. Slipping from tongues, through fingers, into abysses of seldom perceived realms. "I love you," roars me. "I love you," giggles he. Or forever hold