Missing you

Sun crawling across

My skin, I miss you

Your gentle ache for

That which might,

Soul entangled with

The divine the

Sacred, beauty marked

Upon every door post

In blood, for the

Angel of Death passes

And we remain safe

Suffused with each

Other, with that

Which crawls,

Slithers, walks and

Sways, shifting into

The Mystery.

I miss you, I miss

The sense of core

Belonging, of true felt

Longing and loving and

Laughing at the

Worlds we create.

I miss the deep

Soul gazes, the

Tender step to

Each other, the

Silence alongside

The presence

The love.

I miss you as

The sun brushes

My nakedness, 

The same sun 

Caressing you too

And am reminded

That we remain

Connected, that the

Angel passes us over

That we reside unharmed 

Within each other