Älskogens tystnad

Solen snoozar under molntäcket.

Kanske blir sömntutan kvar i sängen hela dagen.

Vem kan förebrå henne? Alla behöver vi vila ibland.

Äppelträden ser ut som pompoms i vindens händer.

Från en del andra träd snöar det.

Medan den ena har sovmorgon virvlar den andre runt.

Hela Skapelsen sjuder av liv.

Några ord av Ylva Eggehorn fångade mitt intresse denna morgon: "Poesi är själva förbindelsen mellan det som kan sägas, det som inte kan sägas, det som inte behöver sägas, och ett förord till den speciella tystnad som uppstår efteråt när två personer har älskat... språket som inte är frånvaro utan fullbordan. När allt annat blivit sagt och gjort."

Jag känner till denna tystnad och skriver om den i min berättelse "Unfolding the Gifts from God" i antologin Sensual Voices från 2015:

"When the love relationship arrived, I found out that God and sexuality came hand i hand for me. They were interdependent. When my soul opened up, my body followed. Sexual connection became a highway to a heavenly connection to God. In this new relationship, I often cried silently after climax. Each time, something in me broke open and there were no longer any walls to keep up, no fears to hold on to, nor masks to hide behind. In that place of surrender I felt so relaxed and at peace with everything. It was as if I was being held in the hands of God. Absorbed by love. No thoughts. Just pure presence. No separation. Just connection.

I loved being me when we were lying in bed and the sun was shining through the window. I could hear the birds outside, and our bodies were covered only in a couple of white sheets. We would stay in bed and sleep for a while. Then wake up again and just enjoy being connected in the stillness and silence. I remembered we both loved that softness in me that came after we had had sex. My mouth was closed. My fingers gently followed his eyebrows, his nose, around his mouth and through his hair. My kisses were soft and I placed my head on his chest so that I could listen to his heart. In those quite moments after lovemaking I felt my own feminine sensuality; A side I wasn´t connected to in my daily life. I wanted more of that tender presence and pure pleasure."

Sömntutan har vaknat.

Jag hör hur hon gäspar och sträcker på sig.

Molntäcket har hon sparkat av sig.

Det ligger i en hög vid fotänden.

Vinden stryker lätt vid hennes kropp.

För bort några strålar från hennes ansikte.

Blottlägger hennes varma leende och milda blick.

Hon suckar tungt. Mmm .....

Vinden glider ner vid hennes sida.

Delar den tysta vilan.

Efter deras kärleksnatt.

Kram,