-introversion – thirty seven
of the womb we never escape
merely transfer
from the inside of our mothers
to the inside of our own
lifelong seeking
the divine home
-W.E.
this obsession is driving me mad
stop this perpetual call
i know, i really do know
it’s me that is calling you with my longing
still, i beg you, stop calling me
there’s only so much longing I have assigned to this world
and as long as you breathe your poetry
play your ney
and your fingers dance as if a flame curling skywards
the clouds will remain jealous of the grass
that imprints your soles,
and they will weep
as I do
and here i remain unable to move heavenwards
anchored to the intoxicating scent of you
worldly myrrh and frankincense
and all this in the vicinity of my home
wrapped around my clavicle
notes on my wrists
i have not even seen beyond my door
and i know a greater grandeur exists
but why, why do you persist
stop your chant
stop your harp
stop your song of being apart
it’s not me you seek but Him as I do
but the world has blinded both me and you
marry your soul and follow through
and your vows to him be true, be true
close your eyes and press your lips
slow down your heart heaves
from the goblet slow sip
move closer, attach at the hip
and feed off this drip divinely lit
open your beak like a bird to it’s mother
receive all this offering of a lover
beloved, loved, loved and beloved
what difference is there, hand in glove
it’s all love, it’s all loving
still, please stop with your hymn and singing
i can’t take this
i’d rather my unbelonging
from mothers womb to my own
from this tomb with golden dome
to misty fume scattered to roam
ancient perfume finding its home
W.E.
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