the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 4.7.18

∆We held buttercups below our chins to reveal their yellow light which was cast upon our skin∆

ºIt is as if I º

Am thrust out of my bodyº

In proximityº

 

ºOf your certainty,º

Intelligence, eloquence.º

The things I wish toº

 

ºBe, to resonate.º And so I lose my footingº And fall in your sea‘sº ºUndercurrent. Iº Lose my weight in salt water,º Lose my breath belowº ºYour surface. I wishº To choose to float or diveº Into your crashing waves.º ºI wish to emerseº Myself by choice, with love andº Trust, in your shallows.º ºTo lie down at theº Edge of your sea where waterº Explores me everº ºFurther. And sands shiftº Below, a response to bothº Of our presences.

recorded 21.6.18