Worship

The man who loves you
is more than just the man who loves you,
as you are more than the woman in my arms.
Yet there is no life beyond love.

We shine like diamonds,
and the light through all our facets
is what makes us human.
Truly it is the name of God.

We take what we are together
into our uniquenesses
and the world's enriched by what makes us one,
and two,
and many.
How can we be ourselves
if we are not everyone's?
Or anyone's
if we are not our own,
our individual,
separarated selves?

I seek to possess you
because only then may I see
the you and I
that is you-and-I.
Which is why I seek to be possessed.

There is one love
as there is only One who loves us,
legion in the many shapes he shows,
male and female as he created us.
Yet One as you and I are one.

This is a mystery,
the mystery of life,
how one can be One,
and also two, or three,
or many?
We choose to be all these
for we can do no other.

I long to subsume myself within you,
swimming down into the depths where you comb your seaweed hair.
Yet as your ocean surrounds me,
and I drink you into to my innermost being,
I become still more myself,
different because identified
not only with you
but all things,
including this man who swims away,
out into the upper air,
bearing the salty kiss of your shipwrecked thighs upon my lips,
the eternal I,
the one who may not be subsumed,
the one who is you and me
and everyone.

This is Worship.

08/05/08, 8.35