Poem: Aural Auracle Aerial Aroused Aries...Enchantress

The Full Moon is a silver & golden flower; it's conservative charm in full bloom,
We are like silken Bees, partaking of its nectar, consciousness in-tune,
It lies between the places where the Roots of her hair adjoin and spring forth,
I sit, a weary traveller with no home, except where her head meets my shoulder,
Fearing to glance at her directly, for fear I should melt away into None,
Forgetting that is Divine, as we inebriate ourselves in positive vibe, BEing as One,
I catch her examining my face, intently; I don't move, or speak, I bite my tongue,
As we delve into Our spirits deeply; knowing not what we shall Become; O'...
Her eyes imprint a calligraphy of sorts upon my heart, weaving in & out of margin,
I could never ask the questions that stir in my heart, I just disgard them, as..
We sip fresh herb and spice, steeped in warm water, aside her Teagarden,
Where, not only plants are grown, but, Love, and the ingredients of an Embrace,
I admire Her inquisitive face, and the highlight of her brow, are like a marketplace,
Wherein, I acquire fruit, and almond milk, and above all, Joy,
Laughing, and amused smiles abound, Peace is our medium of exchange,
Silently, in mind, I give praise, for such an occassion as this, after a long day,
We listen for the children, briefly.... Ahh... on their quiet, slumberful way,
We are a sweet enigma, unique and powerful, like, a Muhammad and Khadijah,
She, a merchant, beautiful, an explorer, respectful and wise in her ways;
plus, experienced, in fact, about 14 years senior to my age,
I n I, a young Man of slightly noble heritage, though, not wealthy, by far,
of a priestly tribe, swift of word and ambitious, endeavoring to Build and create,
I feel her sigh, I pause, wishing I were water, if to wash her worries away,
yet, Hoping she feels the magnetic, that I feel, which radiates,
I slip off into other worlds, heaven doesn't de-scribe the things I contemplate,
In a place, or, mental space, where relation-ships Liberate, neteru congregate,
Finally, she removes the mug from my grasp, atop my hand, her fingers navigate,
She is as subtle as Rose Water, soft and pleasant, alluring expression on her face,
Then, they fall, her nails halting upon my knee, as she pushes herself to her feet,
The flowing of her garment, the curls of her afro, demand of my heart an unbelievable pace,
Must be the same garb that drew Sol Om On to a passionate haste,
With a swagger, she moves to the kitchen, where, the meal I'd been preparing awaits,
Bless what is on our plates, but, she's the One with all the 'grace',
Here, We eat the foods of our ancestors, and love the organic taste,
Yet, true nourishment is found in that way we conversate,
Mm, without ever leaving this palace, we repatriate,
To foreign shores, our Home, It seems as if I'm possessed,
Held in position, there exists a tempest, raging in my chest,
Breathing, it isn't the berbere that leaves me huffing, to gather breath,
It is the Holy fire, raised, one stroke of my mustache, would set the room ablaze,
Her hands, gentle and unkept, the hands of a Mother, and an Adept,
Speaking life, like scriptures, into the archived holds of my mind,
An enchantment, of the Highest kind... the kind that straightens the spine,
And crushes the false Self, upon the press of sagacity, like a wine,
Tasting of creation, Earth Mother, speaking in foreign, but never forked tongues,
Smelling of a scent, so fine, I'd breathe deep enough to burst the lungs,
If it meant I could carry it with me into the next life and the next,
Until, the reality of eternal Moksha is attained, in supreme success,
She asks me if I'd like more.... and with a totally different meaning, I reply... "Why, Yes,"
Ah, surely, the greatest thing in life is a Woman who withdraws of you, your Best,
and the refinement of mind to recognize and exhault her, and manifest,
Like, Aries, being fertile and strong; makes this Man perfectly in line,
Wishing I could stay and hold her there, for a 26,000 year cycle, ignorant of Time
Defying death, I've already died, Living in the humble magnificence of her lips,
and, long after we are both gone... This monument to her, shall, in Word, live On,
Meaning, We are... forever more... and Beyond.