4 nights with you
soft eyes
deliver fire
memories and visions
of floating in serenity
of meeting the truth
of who you are
tender dove
vulnerable doe
staring at me
from the body of a boy
from which river where you born
from which mouth were you released
because,
i met you there, and i love you
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
how can i say
the point of honesty
extending from your heart
into mine
how can i say
the bliss
in realizing
we both don't know
how can i say
the further i go
the clearer
i become
how can i say
the softest touch of intention
moves the mountains
in me
how can i say
love is beyond us
within us
through us
ground zero
i let go of what i know
to shed
metamorphosize my mystery
our mystery
individual heart strings
purifying, tuning
to synchronize
with the pattern
of that which calls
which can be felt
but never seen
until it is memory
and remembered
dissonance is information
stillness creates relationship
simplicity is clarity
space creates vibrancy
releasing is flying
light creates reality
shame is no home
clouds over the earth, like a crochet blanket
moonlight shining in the holes
onto my eyes
like the ray of the sun seeping in
to me, through my crochet blanket
the song plays and i feel you leave
right shoulder
up and down
but now i eat, i feast
and feel
you here
the unfinished surface
of your hardwood floors
rough and soft, a mirror to my feet
your crooked teeth and warm lips
a mirror for my fingers
to dip into
dipping into you, hot and wet
i melt so easily
your flame takes my oxygen
takes me to melt and drip
in your warmth
golden soft tender
flickering
will you go out?
the smell of his robe
collar to collar
kissing me, nudging me
the scent travels in
down and through
my spine tingles and glows and thinks
that he is the one for me
for us, for me and my body
one, one of the ones
but i do know
he is one