The Swerve

Jack spiraled limitless, speeding, leaning, longing for his Jill. Caring meant making a space, inventing life, learning Jill's religion. Feet, hands, hair, skin. None of this mattered. He must posess Her Soul in order to feel it go down. Swallow hard that taste in his Mouth. Exit high and right to the shallow bend in Her Elbow. The sweet crease that defines delight. Bossom heaving. Is Her Soul here? He mused... Taking part, not taking part. Holding back... the hardest part. Do not seek? Then do not find! To Her Fiery depths he would go. His passion enticed. Work his way through Her Shivers. I'm on the brink of collapse he declared. I've exhausted my exhaustion! My Dear Jill, why do you keep Your Soul a secret. You are a mystery in a labrynth and you've given me no light by which to find my way. My eyes deceive me and this taste in my mouth dissatifies. My longing leans into Your Cave of secrets but you do not reveal the entrance. Do you not desire to reliquish Your Key? Oh Jill, Your Bird song is sweet symphony. Vibrates my blood and I must have Your Untouchable. Deliver me from this anguish! My Darling Jack, the answer you seek is so simple. It is not in the seeking that you will find, whispered Jill. You are not lost Jack. But believing so will not cease the dream. My Dreamer, My Lover, My Friend, ease into remembering that you have always known. Always will know. You crash into every moment of our non-existence without injury. Why is that Jack? Trust in the only thing that is eternal... The Truth. You are the soul you seek in Me. Shed your layers of forgetting and come to yourself. It is there that you will find me gently waking you from your slumber.