retreat: into your cells
they chose you.
choose them.
hold them
in a vision of love,
so that they expand
and you with
them
to the back
of a white winged bird
where you can
rest
and discover
who you are.
a child
of the brightest light
drifting
in a warm sea of love.
Hirō Isono
your body is her
she holds you
as hands meet, as bodies melt
floating through the woodlands
centuries ago
the space is her
the rhythm
that your hand falls
to touch
the other
the home is her
on the back of
a white winged bird
we float
timelessly in love
liquid fruitions 