How could it end
this thing which has rendered us endless
When the dark and warmth
of sacred waters dissolved us
Who held who
floating, swirling, sinking in unison
What breathed intimacy
bound our bodies forever like this
So there we remain
held by the waves rippling through you to me
Laughing bubbles of bliss
up to the surface of our known selves
Transcending the primal soup
where aeons ago our cells must have met
Under the shaman’s watchful eye
we entered the hot and cold spirit pools
Until at last still fizzing with love
place and time separated the inseparable
This work by Sara Firman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
