gliding

gliding

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Here, Now

Sometimes I am here, now
listening to your breath
before you form words
from thin air
from wounded places
in deep sacred caves
where someone
you don't even recognize
is crumbling
happy and secure
sometimes this moment
is everything
riding the waves
of your damaged heart
holding the reins,
soft follicles
of your strong hair
so much, here, now
just listening
to your love for me
in, out, here, now
riding the waves

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