You change states
like a magician.
From fire to water,
then back again.
I feel you in the air,
you ground me,
like the Earth.
And then you vanish.
Poof!
In a cloud of smoke
you disappear
and leave me reeling.
That is when
I started
searching
for you.
Dancing in the moon's shadow,
I retrace my steps.
The light from a single black candle
casts a glow on my intrigued face.
My breath steadies,
my mind's eye
replays pleasant memories of
us together.
I would look possessed
to an outsider,
but you.
You are inside me.
Only you see my concentration.
Devoted like the congregation
of some old, unfamiliar church.
You become my religion;
I worship at your altar.
Prostrate at your feet.
Suddenly, the smell
of sage fills the room.
Rejoice.
I am released.
I float up to the ceiling,
then higher.
Looking down on stars,
holy water bursts forth
from my stony heart
and I feel my way back to you.
I am light,
you are the dark.
Flesh of my flesh,
blood of my blood.
I taste you on my tongue,
and know it won't be much longer now
until we return to childlike innocence
and enlightenment.
