knitted into the fabric
of my dreamy presence,
shells, the sound of
soft whispers ,the taste of salt,
the scent of long nights ,
a knowing of deep mirrors,
parts of music too deep
now your touch and voice,
you, your fragrance.
and only one truth
is true for each one alone.
all will be good.
even the chicken told me,
the goats made fun of it
and when you smile
i know. all words
weigh nothing,
they are a far chatter
in the silence of being.
your breath in my ear
is the language
i can hear, the
ocean of life,
ancient rhymes
sharing the unknown
through the borders of skin,
a pause in the waves,
a sleep next to the noise
of humanity,to wake
in tenderness, to walk
into the flow of days
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