Stance of time
Stance of thought

I cross towards
the underside
of my time here
The presence
-your presence-
glowing citron yellow
Enigma
of chance
based on a whim
As if
speaking from
the other side
I find you
in a lounge of
abandon
The rocks
as witness
Encased
in a web
of      Interpret and
Invitation
Such is your
purity
Yet
this intonation
is not of you,
of your flesh
Rather
it is a part
of Who You Are
And I
acknowledge it
fully and
without judgement
or pause.

Because I love you.

© K. James Ribble