Oh unutterable utterance
when my heart drops down to my gut
and they mate in their pain
how I long for You.
As night closes in
and cold hardens the leaves
the lower lovers entwine.
Dungeon doors clang closed
as they couple on dank cement
with only a simple grate
opening upon a black sky.
The lovers tremble
in the darkness
feeding on the dead:
family losses, parched dreams
mates that came and went.
These are the sighs and groans
of the frozen world.
No longer able to bear the icy copulation
I call out Beloved! Beloved!
And in my eye, see the image
as though nothing could ever matter
in the subzero realm.
The melting happens fast
a softening in heart and gut
as the lower lovers break apart
spent from their twisted union.
Blossoms form and open
leaves sprout from branches
like time-lapse video
as I marry the Sound.
The true lovemaking
opens to eternity
revealing the Great Lover
that I am.
Divine picture, Lesley….. truly divine.
Great call and description on the lower attachments which have smothered the priceless Surat since eternity.
So perfect, and of course, exactly what I needed to hear this morning. Instant shift. love. xoxo <3
Thank you for your kind comments. Al, you are so right. The attachments do smother our priceless soul energy. The more I stay with the Beloved the less power they have. We are so blessed.
Such graphic description of the lower realms we all visit, and the stark contrast of the warm, and welcome image of the Master of Love, the Great Lovers that we are, but who we somehow don’t see or seek until we feel the damp freezing concrete on our bare backs. Such important messages you share, Lesley, with courage and deep understanding, written with such power and truth. Thank you again for your poetry.
Thank you, Rudy. I so appreciate the expansion you bring to this poem, fleshing out that feeling of desolation to contrast it with Love. 🙂
Beautiful surrender in Sound and Courage.
Thank you, Tom. Yes, I truly was graced with that surrender.
Lesley, Exquisitely intimate imagery as measured in devotion/surrender through our Beloved! I can literally *see* the seasons of relative discontent melting and ascending inwardly/upwardly and the peerless essence of Your love emerging/merging through the timeless essence of His Multi Faced/Graced Crucible. Unctuous guttural utterances (vividly depictive imagery – thank you!) evolve and become intoxicatingly sublime expressions as allowed through the Beloved. Tender are the *hearts* who love Him!
that is so wonderful!! I love it!! such gorgeous images!