i remember, sometimes,

often.

the seasons live in me.

the changing colours, the air

on my cheek.

I listen to the river pass and I rub my palms -

these palms with these fingers,

so purely

reach at yours.

and if I given in to clouds and the moon

and the weight upon my eyes-

your head is on my chest and my hands are in

your hair, and the sun is pouring in as it falls

from your curves.

your breath is in mine.

your dreams too.

and your smell,

and your eyes -

I remember,

my soul and your soul,

my hands and your hands,

and I drank the earth

as heaven held me.

though I cant explain how it all fell apart,

I know those eyes more than

I know anything.

and I remember,

often,

sometimes, if i have the courage,

deeply.