do i have to remember the wheres and how of every meeting – the which lifetime of every word that’s been spoke between us. beyond the shadows morning light still spills touching equally both your face and mine. birds still gather joyous on cool branches weaving the day with song. this unravelling of us was…
don’t speak to me of inevitability, don’t plant seeds that grow unchecked in my mind, grow rank and wild where no thing grew before. inevitably your words will find me here walking morning dewed, barefoot and thigh deep amongst this growing, running waking fingers through this light breathing sweetness of blossom and tang of earth…