When she comes…

She comes
only when he is ready.

A smile, sparkling eyes.
From the wisdom of her being,
with a proposal.

She comes.

She knows
this will be medicine for them both.

Will they dance?

Learning the moves as they go,
breathing together,
discovering their bodies,
entering temples of devotion
with passion and desire.

They dance.

They meet
through the windows of the soul,
surrendering to the intimacy of now.

In a simple smile, a tender kiss—
no words,
just the here and now.

In the nothingness.

They meet.

They merge
into the depth of the unknown,
making two into one
the wholeness of the moment.

She invites him
to reach deep inside of her,
so she can explore, in the cave of mystery,
what she has never felt before.

She draws him deeper,
wanting the essence of his being.

He trusts
his power and instinct,
becoming an extension of her,
in service of releasing
the wounds that once lived in her.

He trusts—and transforms.

Making love to a woman,
bringing divine, ethereal love
into the mundane.

The blessing of surrendering to the unknown,
trusting the mystery—
and her—
saying yes to love.