The Wetness of Being



When we love intensely, we become saturated

Not only with feelings, but as we become sated

We share in the fullness of our very beings

Become so immersed, we're no longer seeing



The swamp we create of our lives on both edges

Becomes filled with creatures creeping on ledges

Under the water, immersed and entangled in vines

And on the top surface - only we have been blind



So involved in feelings of intimacy and purity

Sometimes we see not the fullness of surety

For illness and pain blind our insecurities

But when they subside, we're imbued with the



Richness which overflows from our hearts

And vow we are ready to make a new start

At loving with the completeness well within

Which we share lovingly even when thinned



But it is the creatures which sit on leaves

Which some ignore - who don't please

Who sometimes interfere with passion

And make us giddy - as we trash them



Banish them from our bodies and minds

As they wear upon us, and change the kind

Face which we wish to show to everyone

But especially those who have before done



Things to us to enrich our bodies and souls

In time past, before we screamed with cold

Which ripped through our very warm being

And changed the goodness to a disagreeing



Of mindset - which is not really our thing

But because of the creature, we felt a sting

And dwelled on it, instead of putting it behind

Thence to go on to other things and a free mind



Christopher W. Thomas

8am Tues 12/15/97