spaciousness

Drawn to the other, intertwining forms, enveloped as one. I breathe in this moment as lime scents engulf the night. My flesh exists only for this moment. 

I ask in this midnight wandering that the wind calls to me across the hills. I ask that I may feel you and that you may feel me. May we soak into this moment and linger in this presence with it all. Beloved, may you slow down, come back, and be with this wave, this union within and without. 

Hold me in the shallows. Meet me through it all. This need to sate overwhelms. A longing to capture this urge that beckons. My need to breathe is calling, the sweet scent of limes singing me back home. 

Behold your deepest desire and speak to the wind. Longing has arrived, longing for me and this yearning to stand still. 

The quickening that surrounds me clutches and grapples at me. It is desolate, now only a whisper from the hills. A forgotten promise, an obliterated undertaking. The breeze has gone silent, my fragility gone cold. And still, the wind calls.

And there you were revealed, as you always were. And it was there beneath the lime tree that I met you and had always known you. 

There I found you in the spaciousness beneath the lime tree.