Walls

Don’t dash me to pieces on your high, aching walls.
Instead
pull
me
up
to stand on top of them with you.
Show me the ladder where we can climb down into the strange and beautiful garden,
the garden no one but you could have imagined, much less tended and loved.
Kiss me and let me dissolve in the dark ache of my desire
Then put your hands on me, your mouth on me, and lift me back into bright daylight,
dazzled,
my eyes blinded by light and my compass entirely you.
Push
me
off
the
wall
my breath catching in shock and betrayal
until my wings catch air and I see your flight aligning with mine.
Let me taste the air the way you taste it.
Let me yearn against your body,
Let me fit myself to you so closely that the only space between us is what will always be inviolate:
your soul and mine
eternally warring, eternally seeking, eternally longing
and loving with love beyond love.