Darling (for Amhairghin)

You threaded me back,
tiny bead, through the dark,
impossible labyrinth.
When all hope was lost,
you - smiled - and
silently said,
Do not give up, i am here.
My pulse the sonic signal,
drumming against the
taut, extending belly of your skin.
My heartbeat, life's tattoo,
your invitation to dance.

In the cold, hard womb of winter,
as the light failed,
your movements traced
luminous paths of transcendent spheres.
Love, all is love, you smiled
(and) my heart split open, a
ripened pomegranate,
seeded by you, in bejewelled encrustations
of a sweet reddening joy.