As words come to me,
my receptivity
rises up to meet them
As my seeking for a way to bless
ranges out across my consciousness
Your arms extend a place for it to rest
Such bliss! To meet in the convergence
My need to give, your willingness
now, to receive
In this, your hunger blesses me
and meets my need
The figure loops, we spin around again
This time you give, and I receive
But then
Perhaps as current flows
dynamic, into one
Our pulse, too, unifies
and every boundary
becomes undone.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 17, 2012