that EYE

It was so good that I, that I, that I, could not, my mind began to warp and making sentences became a task..

I got so so. So that I that I. 

He made me moan.

Om.... I chanted and saang, hummed n struggled to remember verbs.

My mind.. I became aware that my mind..

I was swirling in his torrents of..of..his expertise in his back and forthness. His excitable manipulation.

I wasn't what I had said or done..

Seeing That I, that I Had gotten Stuck in the exuberance of that egoic fire I ceased..

What I had known of I diminished and..

Eye real eyes that I that Eye was not..

I was not what Eye was watching..

That through his persistence of igniting me aflame loving me murderously til I was raw..

Still in the unclear muddy waters.. That I was.. I Persevered. I survived him.

Eye felt, Eye saw, Eye was, and Eye am greatfull for him.

His relentless dance finished my thoughts of questions an doused me in a fluid knowing an devoured me.

Quenching his desires while I became nothing.

All the while relishing his pleasurable pain as I became..

The eye that I was supposed to have known..

His love made it so that I.... That I was born into remembrance of myself.

That That Eye was all I needed.

That Eye Was enough, that his love was my love n that Eye already was love.

Eye am love...

Eye am that I am.

 

 

 

 

Being Life Experience..,that Eye is a poem based on how relationships can force us to open our eyes to our true selves...painfull or pleasurable as it may be perceived.