Thursday, February 24, 2011

Emerald

Not with blind faith but with lips opened, anticipating the space that precedes contact - the moment just before hello - In that way I present myself to you without expectation or even capacity to define how it might feel to see or unfold in you.

What can I expect other than what is as I see past a surface to a you within a you, concentric, concentrated in emerald descent along a path that falls toward re-union, where you and I meet in a concurrent fullness and vacuum?

Secret, sacred place unmarked, between these words that began at full voice and collapse into inchoate muttering, wide-eyed silence face to face with an emptiness I have never touched but have always known.