Rake your fine fingers across my tender lips...
waiting with the hunger that years have made.
...Do you still hear me?

I am off in a land of daisies and flowers, of many colors.
I walk down sandy paths of pale soft skin... that I imagine 
are yours

The water-butter beneath my finger tips 
is your skin as well 
and I look out across a far away horizon and know 
you live there
breathing on, in unison with arms open to the sky

You beam as the sun... I weep as the waves.

I ache and bend and cry out in labor pain 
There is no separation... but the heart still seems to seep 
with it.

I can see your eyes 
and in my eyes still dark and far away 
...you drift quietly on a raft bobbing in a safe cove

The night still shifts to the wetted calm of us from time to time 
and I know the trees and dogs can feel us moving 
beneath the surface, like mermaids 

Our tails are webbed jewels of gold and Mir
Our fingers are intermingled... our cells combined...
Our torsos are sleek and clean 
We separate... dip and dive like porpoises...
They know... I know they know... and hear our ever calls 
  and weep 
  and bow 
  and weep 
  and dive for us 
in the still of twilight?s dancing diamonds

Why not?  I cry... but know all too well the answers 

Because there are flowers on our paths
and children playing in the skin of the sand 
and we are one in our purpose 
and one in the words, and one as they fly over head - wing to wing...

As autumn climbs the hill to winter...
we will be in the flickering light of fire side 
and the warmth of the soups that brew 
and are handed one to the other 
and we will ever be in the sawdust 
and in the creation of anything new
and in time as it flows back and forth with the tide

Nothing can ever sever us from the ants 
and the shells 
and the mail that arrives in the mail box

Do you know that we are only a car ride away from forever?
Do you know that we are nothing more than one phone call apart?
...just seven numbers apart!

and it will remain the distance of forever because we know 
   how fine the sand feels between our toes 
   how smooth the wind blows over our wet torsos and white sails 
   and how water splashes into tiny beads of light at the bow
   and how the tree grows 
   and how the stone feels from the inside

We will remain alone and surrounded by love 
...because grass is green

God! How I love you! 
Tell me again that you know... tell me... call me... tell me 
...that it is real... that you can hear me 
that I am the same as the child beneath your palm
loved ever, unconditionally
and you are proud of who I am and who I am becoming