I am open to you.


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

                            I Exit into your breathing,

                            Into your eyes.

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