On The Throne of Grace

Our love-making is swimming
sieving through the silk that is our water
Time stops
In this moment we claim

Lost in my lovers eyes
The world waits
As does death
Clasped in a desire that cannot be cut with a blade
Nor shot through with a bullet
It's a stubborn wall that defies the pull of force
It's a frozen river in a Canadian winter
It's an hour of worship
on the throne of grace
It's us drowning in our eyes
as our bodies merge and re-emerge.

It's the rhythm of the waves
receding as the tides hide

The floating of the moon on the face of the sea

As the tides rise and recede
Our consummation of love laps the edges of the shore
But....like the crashing of a water fall, the explosion of fluids
throws us inland.

And time stirs like a cock ready to crow at dawn.