Standing in Rhythm

A man whispered to me in the middle of the night,

“I love you”

He then made that love to me with

the touch of his fingers

the pressure of his tongue

the weight of his breath

A father stands beside the tree as his daughter vigurously shakes it’s branches

I held myself as bees swarmed around me

There is a witness inside myself baring, reaping, the love you sow for me

I hold no control

Though my essence entices your hubris

The part of you that yearns for the salvation of love

I contend to this notion

I sat tracing your ear

Pondering on how this cartilage has served to funnel truth, love, and despair

How we would hear of our love for another

But what if you should go deaf?

What of my, your, our love would you see?

The twinkle of our eyes igniting in passion

But what if you were to loose sight?

What of our love would you feel?

The heat of our smiles

The beat of our hearts like the wind caressing a tree