She Will Not Mourn

She will not mourn this empty bed.
For how can her lover be truly free
if he lies tangled in her sands?

She will not mourn these empty spaces.
Delicate mounds reveal themselves,
awakening, anxious for his return.

Under the spell of the universe
Two bodies
One born of earth to receive
One born of moon to deliver

They fill these empty spaces
for law demands they must
thoughts of the other
magnetizing
drawn and pulled
for they know
without one
purpose disappears for the other.

She will not mourn these scars
Divine flesh, torn
ravaged, consumed by his force

It is in his absence she heals,
preparing for his sure and certain return.
There is no mystery
Only need.

It is the price she pays.
Her blood stays with him,
running, running, running,
through mountains, underground

Until filtered, and his need returns.
His path, lit by the moon
to enter her once again,
driven, power, force

She will not mourn this empty bed
She will not mourn these empty spaces.
She can hear him coming,

Calling,
A fire lit from within
Pulsing,
A thirst only his waters can sate.