My own heart
sometimes surprises me.
The bittersweet
honeysuckle nights
of summer
seem filled with aloneness.
What do I want?
What do I want?
I want this feeling
of soft wind on my skin
to last forever.
Softness in my heart
calling
calling
calling me deeper
into it.
I want this forever.
This vulnerable strength.
This aloneness that can turn
at any moment.
This awareness.
We are here.
We are everywhere.
I’m imagining you
where I know you
will not be.
Perhaps that
creates you
in this dimension
or another.
I don’t care.
It’s all my dream.
This sweet softness.
This lush depth.
Where anything and everything
and nothingness
and all
are always possible.
This quantum moment
where we live
forever.