your lips are bare.
The moonlight paints your face.
I shall whisper secrets in your temple
of lightning, fire, and space.

Like silk and wind
you dance in shining silence.
A valley of waving winter roses
a beautiful kind of violence.

You speak to me
within your sprawling motions.
A mystery unraveled by my wisdom.
It's a ship to cross your oceans.

I call to you
like echos of the future.
Your falling rains like streams rushed into rivers
Stitches....  without any sutures.