Revealing myself fully– pulling back the
curtain– surreptitiously pulled tight
so many years ago– the reasons scattered
around amidst the dust bunnies and dead flies.
here i am.
this is me.
a little silly, perhaps. and maybe
overzealous at times–
but who could have it any other way?
I wonder is it who we are– or
that we are? that draws in love?
the willingness?
You make me want to dance across my kitchen–
and why the hell not?
A freedom in my lines and circles
the overwhelming need to move.
It is my kitchen after all– and
kitchens cry for dance– everywhere does…
“Please, fill me with joy,” the spaces that
surround me say…
Can do, my friends, can do.
Will do.
Here’s a shot of joy, courtesy of my body–
coming right up.
I don’t want to consume you anymore–
It feels better to step back and track
my desire–
As if carefully measured instruments assist me–
their lines and graphs confirm what needs
no confirmation.
That this smile that spreads across
my face– is rooted in a devotion that is
unspeakable, unquestionable.
And time and space are all the measure needed.
