We’ve been doing this
for eternity...

Loving ourselves
Infinitely

Endlessly...

I lost my soul.
Somewhere between Atlantic City and Wildwood, NJ.
The salt still lingers in my hair, eyelashes, and tears.
The moons changing cycle as we eat candy on the beach and chase our childhood memories away
Creating tiny drawers to stash away keepsakes and overdue dreams
You pet me like a long lost lover with a fragile hand
Brushing out my knots and curls before we continue to share our sparkle

It's windy,
thinks he,
and he might
blow away
go away,

then he thinks,
no chance.

Africa, cradle of Humanity.
(Where folk still live alongside Lions),

I have to admit even just to myself how fragile I am.
Creatures get injured and also die all the time, and if that's not fragile I do not know what is.

in the seeming quietude
the days of silence
where nothing is written
all is happening