Pro bono

Pro bono


What is it that you crave,
my darling…


is it the warmth of the dying Light
that dims the sky to yesterday?…


like the wonder of a shooting star
you will always be majestic…


you are ever the hymn of my heart;
an opus only Love can hear…


My Love,
you’ve journeyed
eons through my depths;
still you hold me…

caressing the hollows
dancing in fields
of reverie
traversing scenic canyons

You are kinship to the dawn,
my Love;
planting Light in sky gardens
dear and holy in your glow…



There is a pull
from the dark cauldron
of my belly…

I feel it;
the stirring
impassioned simmer
of wild, raw
and bubbling intimacy…

A fierce rhythmic waltz
that marries the flavours
of her dark and light;
wielding the aftertaste
of Divinity…