Before water and sand
Between my palm and your palm
There lies that substance.
Air.
But sometimes it is fire
While often times, music
Drawing it near
You draw yourself,
In every grace imaginable.
Soft
Transparent, fragrant.
And the heavens bond
While the soil acquaints itself
With the grass.
And as all goes to end,
Closing up in a tie
Time within time
There is that hand of yours
Smooth as wet rocks beneath green oceans
Seemingly gathering every
Marble underneath fields of wheat
And oceanic land
And within you I have captured sunlights
And spring mornings
As well as temperate zephyrs
At play in restless beauty.
At the same time I saw a tree
Emerge from beneath the sea.
And from the foams of its waves
Underneath your feet...
I have exposed the brightest of lights,
A spacious fill of cinnamon rocks
Beneath green oceans.
And I, Overpowered,
Have discovered the pleasure of your eyes.
‘tis now where I lie myself.
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