Heat of The Soul

We didn't know
that we weren't here
when we first admired
the shadows of the dream
we had together
expecting love.

We didn't know
that we were only shells
for the soul,
only here to work out some lesson
where karma burns
the contract of another life
with only the ashes
of an idea of the self
remaining.

We thought
that we had traveled
so far
to fall again
into the embrace
of loving kindness
and the heat of belly
against belly,
forgetting that we
are always making love.

Come find me
in the sacred spaces
of an afternoon
before this body turns
another year on the calendar.

Before we turn back
to the center of all knowing.

Press your face
against the misted glass
of the mirrored window
of this train--

before she leave the station,
before it is too late
to breathe
one last breath
together

knowing the indescribable
heat of one soul
splitting.

Knowing the pain
of one more birth.