He's an Elegant Light 7/29/10

He’s a smooth, elegant light

That opens up in front of me

He lowers his head toward me

His hand comes around my shoulder

He pulls me in but I’m out of my body

There’s a perfect, glowing, expressive

Warmth from this light that he is

I can’t focus my eyes

He and I are alone

Inside a round, blurry bubble

Everything else falls away

Sounds are muted, and inside

It’s smooth and flowing and quiet

A sweet light permeates the air,

Which is rich in oxygen

I’m there for only an instant

He’s flowing the light to me

And for that moment, it’s perfect

I pay attention and enjoy

And then, for some reason

I get nervous and race off

With a hasty (and unwelcome) touch

I look in his eyes

On my way out of the bubble

It dissipates and I’m back in the waking world,

Thinking, “Why did I run away like that?

I could have talked longer to him!”

Gulping and shivering down emotions

That came floating to the surface

Whooooo – breathe.  Shivering breath

Leaving me charged, but unsatisfied

Charged, nonetheless, and happy

But, oh, I so regret one moment

It happens every time I see him

That moment when I trip away too soon

Turn my back to him and fly off

So as to not wear out my welcome,

Thinking, “Always leave ‘em wanting more.”