the edges of myself

words, words, words

i don’t need to take pictures–

your fluid image emblazoned in my mind

feet gliding above the sand

hands blossoming

a golden lotus.


this seamless stretch of time

away from existing structures–

free to explore new contours

find new lines

in the curves of our faces.


a deepening– realizing– acknowledging

of what is

and what will be

and continue to be…


impermanent dances– circles and lines

washed away

only to be formed again

shaped and reshaped–

carved out and filled up.


swimming words– painted pictures

an unlit fire

and promises that need no words

nor acknowledgment

to exist.


this continuous dance– stepping away

and moving towards–

spinning circles and

twirling advances

our timeless, endless, unfolding


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