Presence

As present as I have been in the past,
Walking through fields, gazing at flowers,
Noticing the ebullience of the hearkening day,
I wish to be more present
In your embrace, in the raptures of your kiss,
And the ever-flowing tenderness that exudes from your maritime eyes.
I wish to know at the core of my being
Every breath that moves through your enveloping body
And rejoice at each fleck of light that moves across your skin.
You are the compass to my being,
The ancient text that describes the religion of my soul.
Your promise yearns to be kept
And I forge it with the stars in the sky,
An immoveable enlightenment that bridges my yearning
To the ambrosia that is the lustrous garden of the unfathomable world.