prayer wheel

the world doesn't know my beloved,
who comes to me
from the fluid pleats
of utter darkness,
when the outside
grows all quiet,
when lips speak
with soft strums of silence,
on the wings of a breath
of nothingness,
where the world freezes over
into a timeless bubble
of imploding galaxies,
where nothing matters
but you and me,
and what we speak,
and the fervent whorls
of this whirling body,
this unstoppable
prayer wheel.