Tarot

The card we pull

Whether right side or reversed

Will show the truth

That we are not cursed

I

Too

In chambers

Wept

For sacraments

Ignored 

Where darkness crept

Along my lips

A single prayer escaped

A meditative state encouraged the light

Breaking like waves 

Beckoning that which is

To be

Intimacy

The heat on his lips from his breath

Confused the body

As it mixed with the cooling energy of his

Finger tips

No physical touch occurred

Just molecules 

Dancing 

Spiraling around the skin 

The cooling heat created condensation 

Sorcery few could master

The external world melted away leaving the only beat of life

His

The silence was primordial 

The shift was inevitable 

He would never be the same again