I press myself down
importunate
into the hollow
of my desire,

Wet with storm,
so rendered pliable,
cleaving in to feel the contact
at every point
For this is how I reconnect myself
with my creator

This is how I know
everything I am to be,
this is how I give up
all the dividing space,
all the illusion of separation

I press myself deep
into my desire,
I let myself be wet,
I wait.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 26, 2015