Magic, Tangible

I.
I lie awake—
shoulders resting back into softness,
body relaxed.

A silence drifts me—
I’m in the in-between.

White wings over me,
reminding of a distant home.

I’m not afraid.
Nothing exposes what my soul doesn’t already know.

II.
Sleep deepens—
I feel the pink full moon of June
mingling her energies.

Ecstatic,
she surrenders me.

III.
I feel cleaner to have met you—
safer,
protected.

Less distance, more intention.
Magic—tangible.

I’d recognize this in any lifetime.

White flames of desire
lick my soul into motion—
a knowing from long ago.

Moonlight Spiritus