Our Private Mystery Cult

Love, you make
me tremble.

There is marvel
in that movement.

I do not ever wish
to be merely still
in the presence
of your body, your spirit.

Stir me and wake me;
raise me to a new state
of feeling and knowing,
both scary and lovely.

Allow me the pleasure
of our souls touching,
quivering, merging,
one from two,
two in one.

When I am near you,
I want to become
a holy, knight-errant
slaying impossible dragons
only because you are
in the world
for me to please,
only because
you make me tremble.
- mce