there came a taptaptapping

upon spirt - upon soul

-a grand journey of

passionate nomadic embraces - of

what it means to be alive in

another beings ordinary way of existance

-the kind which kindles embers of hearts desire-

to sense the glow of each moments infancy

&know - &surrender to the light of

 each coming experience

-as one -

one to exist only for the present- then as a ripple ; eternity blessed 

. gentle touches  - a tangle of fingers - meals shared ,laughter&tears .

beds left unmade.., sheets tangled&twisted

a love poem upon - a foreign tongue , upon - a foreign land , upon - a foreign thought

which is foreign only in moments past - now it is called

,home

- now it is called

,memory

now it is, a place

of fragments muddled &

occurances rearranged, as to make sense of outcomes to be- 

,now it is  no longer -

now it is, a sweet & tender reminder of how all is possible

calculated

     - no -

         reckless

            - no -

      intuitive.

an intuitive and compassionate making of love

explorations ' expressions

beyond language&thought

sun kissed nose - rose flushed cheeks -

now there is a knockknockknocking upon

desire to roam still-- though near , an urgency to grow , a family of

giving trees & bearing seeds

to fill these tender times with

embraces of another

in the warmth of a house which becomes a home