A love knot

At your pull I feel my current
swell
my body knells
and calls you to worship
at the depths of me.

We are sacred things
breathing fragrant fire
lit off the ether.

A love knot
made from pagan hides
tanned in Atlantic skies,
although we are
unbound
by shame and doubt.
Free to rock and reel
wild eyed
in an ecstasy
of sighs.

My phantom limb,
I severed sin to make you kindred
to me.
The sinew of musculature,
arterial estuaries,
the weave of a tapestry
stretched across
your legs
your neck
your back
and stretches lithe,
to comfortably encompass me.

You are firelit in my minds eye,
and these sighs and tremors started deep
in the memory of the sacred roots
of our respective ancestral trees.
Now ripe with red Magdelene fruit
and flush with fresh green leaves.

Oh and what nectar rises within me?
That this and this
and oh this
may be cast in amber.
Yet there is more to each breath
than can be caught.

The holding of you is in more than
your gaze,
or your locks,
or your
hips between
my legs.

It is in the twine
of threads
a warp
and weft
of bodies and breath,

It is in the wrap of hands
and wrists
in the
plait of
of life and death.
It is in the echo
of hearts that
knock at chests.

It is in your eyes
and sighs
And those moments when I once again realise

that they belong to

you you you you you you you.