For Eros

For Eros

- by John O'Donohue

When you love,

May you feel the joy

Of your heart coming alive

As your lover's gaze

Lands on your eyes,

Holding them,

Like the weight of a kiss,


May the words of love

Reach you and fluster

Your held self,

The way a silhouette of breeze

Excites a meadow.

When you are touched,

May it be the gentleness

You desire,

Your lover's hands sending

Each caress deep into your skin

Like a discovering glance.

May slow sequences

Of kisses discover

Your secret echoes.

May your desire flow free

And never be fettered

By the thorn-chains

Of old guilt

Or crippled touch.

May you feel

How your soul loves

When your skin glows,

And your eyes darken

When promise ripens.

In the gaze of your lover,

May you see clearer

In the mirror

Of your own being.

May the silences

Be spaces where you

Can gather swiftly,

At ease with all

The subtle complexity.

May you be able to listen

To your lover's heartbeat

And think only of the joy

You can awaken.

May you be able

To let yourself fall

Into the ocean rhythm,

Unfolding ever more

Until you become

One crest of wave,

Rising into wild form

Whose beauty will show

In the graceful sweep

Of its home-breaking.