Being before you
is becoming you.

By you, love knows not
boredom, separation or pause.
Relentless the waves
of surrendering
hit, everlasting.

In your loving through me
I do become you,
I do until the cells congest
polarise
and every sound
is swallowed by the silence
in every bit of me
and every bit of me
opens and closes
again and again.

The pain the joy
the pain the joy
the pain the joy
beneath the form the pain,
beyond the form the joy,
and as the joy
hits the shore and sobs
open wide is left
the soul.