Space, Time and Love

Susan Boulet, Eros

Space, Time and Love 

The imperfect architect of love
whose passion filled flame vibrates
higher and higher
Knocks only

He has found my realm
yet does not enter


I hear him on the other side
His deep concentrated breath
Ignites a wave of wonder
I peek through the keyhole but I am
Burnt by the image of beauty
The ash smells sweet



Wounds  will rage for attention
when he walks through
He brings images and fantasies
How will we sift through the debris

Of wicked storms?

limitation being
The only taste on our lips

Space, Time and Love is a

Circus of despair that everyone
Breathes too heavily
The blind clowns wrestle with dragons
The sisters of fate tie wicked knots
A cult of alchemist possess all players

The Buddha sits, Maya twirls
And The Mother Spins within emptiness
Was love always on fire?

The flame now blue
Flickers
embers burn in the initiate

The lone warrior seeks his
Erotic mate- himself- herself…

A mirror, a torch, a door is the only savior
He-she knows she-he might be lost on the horizon
The soul on the edge of chaotic abyss
She seeks her he, and he hides his her away from the light of day

Will it always be a foursome?
Two live in the sun
Two Traversing the underworld

Time, space and love
An inferno of darkness reigns

Yet light is the secret poison
on Eros’ arrow plunging deep into
a willing rapturous heart
and the wounded bleeds bliss.