Let me lay upon your breast,
let me dream and have my rest
in the place that I love best.
Let sun and planets pass over my head
like swarms of interstellar bees
intent upon the rape of undiscovered cosmic gardens
still innocent of desire and sin
- what are they to me?
Let clouds raise tiered battlements
about the world, about my skull
until all the space between the stars is full
of brooding implications and dark-winged introspection
- their claws and beaks do not touch me,
pillowed on your tranquil bosom
I am as remote and inviolate
as the highest and the brightest star
and no doom can dismay me:
all the angels singing in the Heaven Tree
do not know such peaceful mystery.
The child dreams of being a man
whilst the man yearns to be a child again.
Listening to your heartbeat
the ecstasies of joy and the deliriums
of sorrow wash over me like playful waves
lapping at the shores of Creation.
If I have one wish it is merely
to merge with you completely
until there is no longer any sense of
seperateness between thee and me,
lover and beloved...
where there were two, let there be one.
And when at last we open our eyes,
restored to Divinity by sleep and repose,
who knows what world of magnificent diversity
and multiplicity waits to greet us,
godlings in the playground of Gods,
a new species of fractal entity
greater than the sum of our seperate parts
- a Universe embodied in singing flesh
and in our breasts a million,
billion beating hearts.
let me dream and have my rest
in the place that I love best.
Let sun and planets pass over my head
like swarms of interstellar bees
intent upon the rape of undiscovered cosmic gardens
still innocent of desire and sin
- what are they to me?
Let clouds raise tiered battlements
about the world, about my skull
until all the space between the stars is full
of brooding implications and dark-winged introspection
- their claws and beaks do not touch me,
pillowed on your tranquil bosom
I am as remote and inviolate
as the highest and the brightest star
and no doom can dismay me:
all the angels singing in the Heaven Tree
do not know such peaceful mystery.
The child dreams of being a man
whilst the man yearns to be a child again.
Listening to your heartbeat
the ecstasies of joy and the deliriums
of sorrow wash over me like playful waves
lapping at the shores of Creation.
If I have one wish it is merely
to merge with you completely
until there is no longer any sense of
seperateness between thee and me,
lover and beloved...
where there were two, let there be one.
And when at last we open our eyes,
restored to Divinity by sleep and repose,
who knows what world of magnificent diversity
and multiplicity waits to greet us,
godlings in the playground of Gods,
a new species of fractal entity
greater than the sum of our seperate parts
- a Universe embodied in singing flesh
and in our breasts a million,
billion beating hearts.
