Crossing Over

You are round inside your space

Playing guitar between your knees

Texting you

Texting me

A harness to unhunger need.

A meeting in the heart disguises

Pain and freedom in the eye.

Reluctant tides bequeath the moon.

Soon a bloating in the shallows

For the sad and happy fishies.

Here is green between the toes.

In the dark wade who can know

A giving hand from outside in?

You are round and all around

The shapings ground down wear a smile

Flying children we are darting

In the caves behind the lies

Water numbs the flexing tongues

I am a manifestation

Of your energy spun.

Love, You are the me I run from.

Love, You are the rage in the peacekeeper.

Love, I am the thief and the pardoner.

Love, I wrote this truth in oils.

In the anti-matter dream

I am a fish with a puma's eye.

I have wings that began in the bone.

One breathing curve of love alone.

Gravity, sweet gravity I can see you.

Denial of depravity, your mask's dead.

I am free there somewhere

Or human driftings hope

For something riper than is meant.

And sweeter than the salt.