Admission

I am open to you.
Seamless.
Like warm pockets of water 
In the ice of Superior,
– and you look at me –
Suspended from access and weight as
I become Admission to this moment:
Like a Capillary of time’s aperture,
Free-falling toward your light, after-glow
Of your own expansion, as your essence
Cartwheels among a thousand dreams
Into waves         of us on
           the shoreline of Emerges 
Onto your own Shoulder of Orion 
Salted water on a fresh abduction
Entrusting the majesty of love 
To the Open sea of us, 
So There are no other gateways – 
Beside the one I walk towards
                            Exit into your breathing,
                            Into your eyes.
© K. James Ribble