I was younger than you when my father died
In the mirror I am surprised by my own hands
Stronger and older than I expect
Sinking into your shoulders as you tell me this
I grasp you tighter
By pulling your body into mine I will make you my father
In the surge
Of some heavenly body
Barreling through us and leaving us torn open
We lie by the ocean always
Broken open with the water finding the insides of us
It is warm and I think
Maybe love and time are the same force
Eroding the shore beneath us inevitably
Pouring hot and sensual from our faces
My body is an open channel
An orgasmic vessel for this relentless angel
In the surge of its merciless passage through us
Both past and future are obliterated
The father who was not there
The child who cannot forgive
These things dissolve
Simple
Even as the time that remains to us is torn away
We are none of the things we thought we were
We are only
The means for this Force of Love to experience itself
As it has been drawing us together and apart
Together and apart on the tides of its coming and going
It has us on our knees now
We know ourselves
And see each other
Fully and for the first time
Instruments of the universe
Queen of Elves 