Better defining ourselves,
we move in light,
jumping from wave to wave
in a color wash.
We pulse as statements
unbidden Source pulsing.
We bounce and jive,
holding hands these interlocked
bodies. Kissing mouths
and inhaling molecules.
Stimulate
pulse and bounce,
wave and slide,
cooking and sleeping,
making love and
taking leave.
Remember
where
it
started!
Right here.
Can we flip-shift
straight out of
this truth now?
Take a spin!
I do not know,
but I know this:
Touching you
touching me
healed my soul
and set me free.
