/ you move...me /

challenging space-time for
a front row seat to infinity
changing rhythms all
the while
[my mind grows weary
chasing your steps]
ethereal galaxies
transform at the touch of
your delicate extremities
[ellipse, ellipse, ellipse]
meanwhile, you move...
me

been wantin' to say
this for a while
and have at least to
the extent my
conception can grab
spoken or written
word to drown
out the booming silence
i feel when you're
gone, but here
i yell to the top of
the oxygen levels
provided
watching you grafeully
dance over and around the
toils that loom - to say...
you move...me

take me with you
to that place you go
when so free as to fly
among forming stars, nebulae
and flesh in womb
the mass of a people
so thick, but undone
by a glance and smile
with both mouth and eyes
they, too, go beyond
cosmos, opening black holes
only 3ft from your
[sweat]
perhaps we can make
this a moment
of truth, the way [you move...]
[you move...] me

i sit, not so much [de]void
as lonely, not so much
tired but restless
waiting for the unknown
and unsaid to return to
me that solid experience
[and feeling] of the
salty taste of your
reality [|]
that living and constant
movement that compels
even birds to quiet
what changes is not
us but the peace
inside that seeks
alternatives to find
itself
nothing but glad and
grateful [to have found]
[you] is my peace to
have found you in its
evolution
a fire
now [connected] that rages
above a calm water where
we still move and you move...
me - e, e, e



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