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 our piece
Of the true story
Of how these beasts danced
in Divine play.

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