Communion

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A tale of two lovers...



Imagine this:


Our divine couple...
Two beloveds, wandering free in the countryside, in the desert, over the sea, have attained sacred union - the eternal inner marriage of hieros gamos. Conjoining, they watched as their essences spiralled round each other, golden, in a double helix, binding them together.


Once two, now they are one, communing constantly as a single being in two bodies.


Whether together or apart, their energies sing to each other. From their tongues, their energy channels, their love organs - streams of tingling consciousness speaking the mysteries of the universe.


They began with wildly different backgrounds, Love is funny like that, but if you asked them now, you would find they have forgotten their starting points. Meeting in the centre they have dissolved their histories, their former selves and opened to the Christ consciousness, the inner soulmate.


How old are they? Who can tell? These entwined beings are constantly renewing through the breath of the cosmos that flows between them.


Together they have become a love-bomb, dissolving all barriers to Love in their paths.


Inspired by the new sensations flowing through them, between each ONE and the Divine, with childlike curiosity they look for new ways to experience more, share more divine communion.


What can there be to dislike, to argue with, concerning a love such as theirs? But they have heard rumours, incomprehensible ideas, and it makes them wonder... 


She takes his hand:




My tongue speaks to yours
communing like wafer
melting
into spring
and silence
So much to say
yet no words taking form
only
rushing
like a stream
with eager boisterous
loving
Please be gentle
patient
What are you saying?
This is popping candy
deeply throating
kissing
without touching
dissolving your
communion
with mine
Like wafer
Like a tongue on pencil sharpener
Tingling
electric
like the stream
from your
member
Can we go to the chapel
receive absolution
for the love
we have
with each other?
I want to feel it
the wafer on my tongue
Will it speak to me
more or
less
wiser?
Can we go there together
and kneel
as we offer our tongues
to this union?
Hold my hand
see
The priest is on our side
No lover of mine
is an enemy
of devotion
Look -
we are fine