Spaciousness and relaxation fan out. They become, and behold, in the many arms of beauty.
The struggle is over. The war no longer wares on.
I've reached a new place.
I have not been here in so long, if ever---
Stable. Secure. Content. Happy.
Yet, none of this is boring as my past self may have feared---
I am positively electrified.
I look to no other, my insides are clear, windows, a mirror that shows me the way---and I trust it.
This love is healing me.
In his arms, I melt through and through.
All muscles cascade into the soft basking of relaxation.
Certain for once that there is no threat. The reign of tyranny is over.
I stand, illuminated in the 3.p.m. sun---
As I stand with him in the river, by the lush greenery that smells and sings of the rainforest.
I lay on my back and surrender, opening like a thousand petal lotus
I open because his hands are roots---and yes, I have roots of my own, but he helps me ground ever further, even deeper
I bloom in this love.
I have never bloomed like this.
I look up, undisturbed and see his smiling face, and I know
And I feel
And I know by feeling
Who I am
That I am better as I sit in the soft mouth of this love
Lush, pink, pillowed
I reach for nothing---that is illusion.
I melt. I receive. And in this, I get closer to the earth
To hear the jeweled whispers that become this poetry
And safe---I am so safe.
I am appreciated.
And I appreciate him.
This love heals me.
No longer exhausted or weary---I celebrate and become.
I bloom in his arms, in the water
Each bud becomes a word
Words I keep and give away
The giving away making them mean something
And there is something grand about all of it, crowned and regal, plush and purple, draped in nakedness and mystery in the plain sunlight---
My Queen, me---
I am born in love.
That is simultaneously the beginning, middle and end of my story.
I become Queen because he is willing to exalt me.
And I am willing to accept his devotion, unwavering.
It does not waver.
And this---this is the gift of the divine masculine.
It's medicine. To hold true and tight: to connect, to provide, to protect. It's an elixir, but it does not make me drunk---I am pleasantly sober and even more fleshy and raw and here. To me, that is euphoric.
I receive. And it is delicate, but not ephemeral:
And in this, beauty flows into me.
I tilt my head back and receive.