in past lives we danced
to beats created with our feet.
we stepped carefully over Her back.
we pranced, leaped. we slept embraced
by the breath of the trees.
we leaned in, desired more.
the heat burning right underneath.

this love is one to delicate to define.
words miss its entirety.
this love tastes, feels, refines all.
in perpetual movement.
circling, shifting coast to coast,
paddling through the waves.
we grow weary searching for
strokes that do not burn.
they all work the muscle.
exercise the beat.
tune her. its a skill none can compete.

sitting here, remembering how it feels.
the feverish chills, the trace along my back.
dig down deep, bury into the death.
mine the sands of time, uncover the healers
tongue. release. fear of dying.
release fear. be free. be me. be me. be me.