SOUL COMMUNION

Come, in your soundless skin,

hiding screech of nightmare.

Sit inside moonlight’s witnessing bed -

your bowered body calling you,

soul to soul with a seer.

Touch the sore spot,

now made of presence transforming -

corporeal frequency

deepening and expanding.

Rhythm of watcher and watched

holding to inbound sightings,

finding the taste of something old, anew.

Ghosts of fear transfigure

into divinity’s black breath.

Surrender alchemizes

body to daylight.

Here, communing with transgressors,

you become more of yourself.

And your soul –

an apprentice of the unknown -

now sings more clearly your singular song.

Love,

-Claire