If I stand with a naked heart before you,
will you jest at me, think less of me,
perfect your vision of what I should be?
Sink below the churning waters with me,
into the deep oblivion where you and I
cease to exist separately.
Hold me as the tide pulls us under,
caress my soul with your adoring spirit,
until you see every particle of me—and I, you.
Flow out to become one with me
so we are neither Me nor You,
but Us, harmonious.
Touch my center, feel what creates my soul,
open your spirit, let me sense your being;
seduction on a spiritual plane.
Only then can you realize
at the core of our very beings
©2007 Sharon Gerlach