Communion.

Communion

Brushstrokes on the soul of someone else,

This fearless touch unclothes bodies

Unwinding the knotted ribbons of my thoughts

And permeates the clattering clutter beneath

Late, I have come, drawn to your side

By some unknown force of subtle magnitude.

The foolish winds of fancy, I have long believed

Fall away, struck down by the silence of love.

My being, a skylark in dawn, rises

From the rubble of plaguing insecurities.

No more through cafe windows do I gaze

But soaring, sailing, scaling, I venture.

Deep delving closeness draws

And the ivory papers of my heart flutter

Your breath warms my salty cheek;

Caressing the breakable mosaic of me.

This red wine, the bread, enfolds me

Within you, you within and without.

The paradox, the oneness of grace

Confounds, perplexes, radiates.