Yew trees, Chalice Well Gardens, Glastonbury, 2010

My Soul’s Ache

You are under my skin
And in my bones
My blood sings
For you
When you are near
I feel the deepest
Throbbing
As my veins
Reach
For you
Blood to blood
Your touch
On my shoulder
Stroke of my cheek
Calls to something
Hidden
Deep within the shadows
Of this soul’s
Essence
Beyond mortality
Beyond physicality
My ache is
Never
Sated
Unless you are near
Your voice
The sweetest music
Slides
Down my throat
Like nectar
Sending me into
Ecstatic
Dreams
I breathe up stars
Knowing the wonder of
Your universe
Is right here
In this rose that blooms
Where my heart
Should lie
The depths of
Nothingness
Is kept at bay by the
Glint
Of your eyes
Captured
In the mirror of
Its blackness
You hold me
Within your red
And green
And I watch
As all else
Fades
Until there is
Only you
Drawn out like
A sigh
On a cool
Summer breeze
I drift
Over the rainbowed mist
Of the everlasting
Dust
Dancing
To the cosmic ebb
And flow
At once mountain
Rock
And sand
You fill me up
Until I
Writhe
In your brightness
And glow
Like the fullest
Moon
You are within
Every
Part
Of me
Skin, bone
And breath
My life
A song meant
For you
Alone
Joy of my heart
My soul’s
Sweet
Ache

© A M Hunter February 2016

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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