I am tired of words- the inadequacy of expression, hinting at and pointing towards but seldom   thoroughly conveying or translating what it is that moves…   [The intensity and voice of your eyes         the rhythmic duet of our hips          the luxuriant hours together]   And grows…   Emanating, bursting through boundaries, flooding body, heart, mind   And centered in this shifting landscape there is always you – radiant, beloved and like Kali,Goddess of Destruction and Rebirth- destroyer of time and ego   A storm that uproots trees, floods ravines, cleansing the detritus of the past   In her aftermath there is calm…quiet…consolation…      Waiting       And deeply breathing       And wanting       you