Your face, I see it
(or is it felt?)

You climb up from the wave pool like a beaching seal,
and stand on the blue tiles
"Go further" you say
and you leap in a gigantic belly flop
To be caught
under the armpits
face to face and eye to eye
grin to grin for a split second
division of time,
until we carry on
"Again!"

And these little raindrops are captured by history itself
that they might fill a water ****
and nourish our souls again

And so from the black and total oneness
--from the dark depths unto above--
through starlight, see this:
the flowering of love