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
form.
the edges of myself 