A Poem: This Close

More central than gravityI pivot on you,as on the eye of the needle. More present than airI walk in youas the sea surrounding. My eyes cannot focuson the things too near,but you still live here, just a hair’s breadth away. And I swing, as the planetsin their circle,hardly knowing the force that pulls. But feeling … More A Poem: This Close

A Poem: A Practice

I wash my handsof possession, procrastination. Swipe right,one palm across the other, scattering all that clings. Then bring the two together,skin to skin, that my hands are now a steeplesoft against the chest. An openingto an inner kingdom. With chinresting upon fingers, and the closing of my eyesbidding my bodies acquiescence to the position of … More A Poem: A Practice