What is this place between? A state of mind or a state of being? One stands yearning, the other spurning. The space between is heavy with meaning.
Matter looks on, eyes blazing, heart beating. Spirit responds, utters softly, remonstrating.
He breathes on skin, fingers trailing. Her eyes close, senses flaming. She reminds of unions past, of times of ecstacy and of pain. Hands cup face and lips seek lips. What is unfolding?
He is Sun and She is Moon. Reflecting and absorbing. Spirit infuses Matter, shapes and moulds, gives love freely.
Human and Divine co-mingling, Spirit and Matter re-uniting, seeking fulfilment and illumination.
They are in the place between. A space withdrawn, held in abeyance. Filled with possibilities, touched with oracular truth, touched with starlight. Touched with Love.