There’s always been
that unnamable but familiar
something within you
that I knew was mine.
It stirs interstitially
within my being,
whirling and pulsating
between my tissues,
radiating outward –
magnetically searching
to connect with that part of itself
residing in you.
It seeks completeness
– potentiality fulfilled –
and when you’re too far away
it retreats into the ground of me
patiently waiting to reemerge
in the spring of you.
Now, with your return,
it cautiously but enthusiastically
seeks the surface
responding to warmth of
an unexplainable kinship –
budding ethereally,
burgeoning in its essence,
absorbing all it had missed,
finding wholeness
in you.
© 2008
“it stirs interstitially”
(in the small openings between things) (-:
The writer describing this thing as an ‘it’ somehow graces the mysterious force that is responsible for this union
“whirling and pulsating”
these are interesting images in context to the premise. The ethereal and corporeal joining hands to encourage mutualism
“Magnetically searching”
tends to draw this reader into the speculations of opposites attracting. That since magnets repel when the same forces are pitted against themselves.
I also see a metaphor here concerning charismatic personalities finding a place of co-existence where kinship creates gardens that produce tangible blossoms – a place where wisdom and love creates castles and the positive flows out to heal whatever it touches.