I'm grateful for silent soliloquy
mind traverse used, disowned, alternative futures
that which aligns with survival
change that is social, glacial, at times inimical
what uses have we for these
cosmos honours not our tenure
to be in flow with what changes
that is what endures
step into the river
one cannot twice
not even once
the one who steps is changing
the river is changing
change is changing
the entangled, the entanglement, entangled-ness itself
a constant in the instant
reverberates, gyrates, a swish-swish in the bushes
a hiding, feeling, sensing not shapes with corners
but waves, curves, the softness of my woman's caress
when I am not, everything is
she sits on me
our hearts touching
we breathe when I'm out she's in
when I'm in she's out
up and down, down and up
her breasts my groin
my heart her womb
circles that spiral
up to heaven's delight
nothing taken that is not given
nothing given that is not earned
she fully relaxes in wild safety
of my caresses
revelation, revelry in restedness
spaciousness of interacting
no you no I but a brief sigh
together always everywhere nowhere
here and there
in silence
eyes speak volumes
every nook and cranny of bodies relating
scent of honeysuckle
succulent sweet tickle
by the fire that burns hot brightly
we shared stories, jokes, random facts, songs
we reconnect with our ancestors in this land
vast, wide, a valley of special secrets
revealed to those who pause, listen, feel
with gratitude, respect for abundance
drum beats in our hearts they who came before
whispers that we need at each moment
not before, not after, without any superfluous comment
levels of you and I
kin, kindred, city, village, town & country
we commune
as one, a sacred bond with life
that abounds, abides, becomes.