• myndtripper 9w

    To Be With God

    Eyes closed to the billows
    I bask in the feel of you on my skin
    Full and felt and feeling
    Whole and one and living
    The wind whips and clothes forget themselves:
    torn away by warm dry hands.
    Tempest roars its pleasure:
    rumble and echo and flash in the night.
    Silver cracks in the overhead

    I am alive