And by

our words

the knowing

starts,


like onions

we begin

to peel

one another,


and let

our stories

fall to

our faith's

threshing

floor.


but I tell

you this

instead,

fall

to me

without

hesitation

without

doubts or

questions

with impossible

answers.


be simple,


everything

to now

has made

you ,


and everything

to now has

brought

me here..


and we

nourish

each other

in ways

that break

us free

from all

that was

before.


there is

no time

here

no proper

order

of things.


there is

only a

great

birth,


where

we leave

our bodies

to become

totally

something else.


where sleep

does not

matter

and food

is a old

ritual

of the

flesh.


you have

marked

me.


and for

all time

I will

be in

you ,


and you  

in me.


in this

journey

of great

things.


you were

never meant

to be only

one.


you are

the sunrise

I am

your sky..

and soon

there

will be


no difference...