Intensity Waning ~ by Mutuo Consensu!

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Intensity Waning by Mutuo Consensu

All mornings are good
and our hello’s
have only “seemed”
to have lost their fire.

The “intensity”
of loves looks, now
is alternated with living
and enduring of life’s trials.

Momentum is not lost love,
only tempered through
fire and the passing of time.
Embers waiting for breath upon them
in quiet remembrance of burning brightly.

Breath forever gives and holds life.
But eternal flames burn out, consume ALL in their heat.
Our embers smolder, holding warmth,
knowing that they will not be extinguished.

Our individual battles away from each other,
give us time…
…time to miss,
…time to remember,
…time to look forward to
those times yet to be lived.

This “connection” that led our souls to mate…
two pure elements poured into the same glass.
Would you desire that we meld and blend
such that we became truly lost within each other?

Or rather sweetly scented as the oil in your bath water…

that I should
never “become you” nor you “to become me”.

Sharing space, bound, yet separate in our glass
Waiting for our attempts to merge our molecules.
That long handled spoon whipping us into froth
only to collect ourselves separately yet together…

…still in the same glass.

I accept your accusation and AM accountable
for the burden that is mine alone to bear.
Place your pointing finger upon my chest…
Place your concerned thoughts in my ears…
Laying tinder, giving fuel to the embers, now quiet.
Your words will be the breath that blows gently
igniting what MUST rest and be fed by our longing.

My accountability for our place… our space,
exists only because you desire it… because YOU require it.

I stir OUR combination at the times of OUR choosing.
Tendrils of ME reaching down, through, and around…
…and into YOU,
in this container that we’ve become.

As our momentum rises,
the lines between
where you begin
and where I end
no longer exist…
molecules blending,
passionately kissed
but not merging,
in this rolling, boiling
vortex that we have become.

My “push” meets your “pull”
in sweet harmony as our “contrast”
becomes “confront” where “push” now meets “push”
and “pull” meets “pull”.
Mimic meets fog covered glass
no longer able to reflect
in this steam filled room
as release swirls around our ankles
with the water circling
as it finds it’s exit
from our shared shower.

for this excruciating moment
our exertions combined
common goals refined
arms and legs entwined
our vision and emotion
defines that
we are whipped into one…

that we may separate
in our glass…

only to come together
again.

“…the answer is … yes.”