BELOVED, IS IT YOU?

Here is the opportunity,
Now is the source of inspiration.
Flowing, erupting, disgorging,
Always present, seldom acknowledged.

Gazing inside, intently, earnestly,
Will I find you today, Beloved?
I’m excited, surprised by your coyness,
You come in many disguises.

Your first kiss is gentle, fleeting,
Unnoticed: I’m thinking of kisses.
You dart into shadows and doorways,
Wary of the sunlight, alive to the moon.

Is that you calling me? I strain to hear.
You are welcome, stay here with me.
I am quiet now,
Awaiting your sweet return . . .

Angel Stevie

Sydney,
September 13th, 2015.