Sphere or disc, it matters little

What your complex words cry

Into the wind – the only thing that separates us

Not distance, not when: 

Your smallest sigh,

Your first breathed sound,

The movement, even, of your lips,

Stirs my heart to action

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And, pumping blood, 

In ancient ways you could not grasp

I change before your eyes into arrowed fur and claw

Head stretched on neck reaching into time

Purposeful and sleek beyond your unformed dreams of dog

And watching full of awe as wolf emerged

To hold you, hazel-spelled, with her softened eyes.

Intelligent, now, they guide the ‘snook’

The word you gave the tip of this living arrow

That now, like a lightning strike

Steals the ball from the air before it lands

A second time… waiting…

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To hear, from far behind my vortex tail

Your howl of delight

A noise I taught you, long ago

When puppy legs were shaped like ‘A’

And we began…

⦿

Your she-wolf

Run me well. man-friend

as I curl my warm life

Around yours

In complex, harmonic motion

⦿

Stephen Tanham

20April20

©Stephen Tanham 2020

Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness, a not-for-profit teaching school of modern mysticism that helps people find a personal path to a deeper place within their internal and external lives.

The Silent Eye provides home-based, practical courses which are low-cost and personally supervised. The course materials and corresponding supervision are provided month by month without further commitment.

Steve’s personal blog, Sun in Gemini, is at stevetanham.wordpress.com.