Each of us
ready,

waiting,
under
chameleon skins
of past
relationships.
colors and
textures
blurred.

we wait
open
like tributary
veins
ready to
flow into
the mother
load.

we hope
eternal,
defined by
our last
breath,


and the
horizon
that lies
before
us.

speechless
unsettled
you retire
to take a
bath ...

and I
return to
find my
way through

this Bible
this maze
that has
become
my life.

that always

dances in

my head,

and it's

eternal

heartbeat
that always

thinks
of you.