Dancing Love

Dancing in and out of the shadows of love
recreating that which is above.

I hear the gentle cooing of the turtle dove
reminding me, to leave the heart tenderly open through it all
requires kit gloves.

Peering into the darkness
pockets moving through
I zoom in my pink bubble
our hearts touching in divine union,
two as one
intensely pounded
homeword bound
beautifully profound
zig zagging around
and transmuting lightless found absolved in chariots of
divine love.

Moments of overwhelm a small price to be paid
as the foundations are laid
and the tapestry of love eternal woven dancing in and out of the shadows ever knowing the future be freed
as decreed
the golden garden forever renewed indeed