She stood there with a handful
of emotions, wreathing about,
twisting beyond clutched fingers
up arm and into heart -

and deft whispers of doubts
began to dig a hole at her
core, scoop out the heart
and toss it to the earth
beneath her feet.

She stood standing with
limp hands, hole in the
middle because shadowed
twisting snakes chewed out
her heart and slithered away

I stand on a precipice,
looking out into the land
of the beautiful impossible,
and I am told to jump -
Jump and spread
your wings - Wings
that I do not see
but only can I
feel - wings given
for free, wings attached
with string, and steel,
wings borrowed in
this slivered space -
Stand straight, I am
told, stand tall,
spread them as
far as the horizon -
Jump!

I look at you and
the world sharpens,
inhales and zooms
into me, racing,
coursing, cascading
throughout my body
into and throughout
my marrow; embracing
and intertwining with
my thoughts out
into the very finger tips
that take hold of your
face to look up and
see you smiling at me

When you breath
I breathe, and we
inhale words,
exhale thoughts,
and move in motions
that propel us into
each other's soul

I opened my eyes and
I saw the world through
you, drank in thoughts
I never knew, inhaled
exhaled happenings
because of you, and 
when I  blink, we blink 
in fours, hold on in fours
and walk on in fours -
and all of this I never
knew, before
I met you

and we will grow in
full expression of our
thoughts towards one another -
these inkling seeds that root
deep into our earthen minds,
tenderly peeking up and out
into Rain Showers, Clasping Sunbeams
and Stretching Gusts of Wind

My Love, I have walked too long,
too hard, on rocks, thorns and 
crushed roses to simply let go 
of Your hand, leave the presence
of the Shadow of Your Wing
and the secret Cleft of Your Rock
Lover of my soul, I cling to You
as You cling to me, wrestling,
on this side of heaven, with
the shadow within, 

Beloved, I've walked 
too long and too hard
to let go... 

I don't have to worry
about the future or
even think about
tomorrow, but I
love how we fit
into this moment
of this day...

Missing you is like
the call of the ocean,
where my bones reach
out for you across endless
praire, stretch to the very
sense of you beyond
earth and sky