Dawning

No greater gift do I have than me. To give all that I be, weakness and steel, Handed unafraid, exuberantly tossed, Into union where none became one. ~~ Innocence dares not question The mating, as fear slinks away, premonitions abound. Requited concubine hybrid, happiness, Relishes its renewed tug-o-war with joy. ~~ To the birth. Beyond life. Gossamer emotions cancel idiot notions Categorizing songs as just notations, Crimson rosebuds as just flora. ~~ Unscheduled, my realm shatters it’s cocoon. Aromas from nascent recipes Tease ravishing appetites that crave a tasting Of essences sneering at mere existence. ~~ Forming a queue, foaming at the prospect, Of satiating hungers awakening from Pre-eternal shackled hibernations. And at first bite… ~~ The soul’s pre-natal starvation Is erased by eucharistic intimacy Of the infant us. “Mornin’, Eve…” ~~~~~~~~~ (dawning)