I'm grateful for silent soliloquy

mind traverse used, disowned, alternative futures

that which aligns with survival

change that is social, glacial, at times inimical  

what uses have we for these

cosmos honours not our tenure

to be in flow with what changes

that is what endures

step into the river

one cannot twice

not even once

the one who steps is changing

the river is changing

change is changing

the entangled, the entanglement, entangled-ness itself

a constant in the instant

reverberates, gyrates, a swish-swish in the bushes

a hiding, feeling, sensing not shapes with corners

but waves, curves, the softness of my woman's caress

when I am not, everything is

she sits on me

our hearts touching

we breathe when I'm out she's in

when I'm in she's out

up and down, down and up

her breasts my groin

my heart her womb

circles that spiral

up to heaven's delight

nothing taken that is not given

nothing given that is not earned

she fully relaxes in wild safety

of my caresses

revelation, revelry in restedness

spaciousness of interacting

no you no I but a brief sigh

together always everywhere nowhere

here and there

in silence

eyes speak volumes

every nook and cranny of bodies relating

scent of honeysuckle

succulent sweet tickle

by the fire that burns hot brightly

we shared stories, jokes, random facts, songs

we reconnect with our ancestors in this land

vast, wide, a valley of special secrets

revealed to those who pause, listen, feel

with gratitude, respect for abundance

drum beats in our hearts they who came before

whispers that we need at each moment

not before, not after, without any superfluous comment

levels of you and I

kin, kindred, city, village, town & country

we commune

as one, a sacred bond with life

that abounds, abides, becomes.