Quartered by thoughts

that sacrificed to be exquisite.

Comparisons stampede

into each other

as a dance of confusion.

The mind idles at full speed

looking for a meaning ring

to grab onto.

The quivering of beings is

only launched by these feelings

where the nervous systems

are adrenal of unspoken

anxiety or love.

The quakes of tears

un-rhythmically come

as tide rolling in.

It is a meltdown

without loss

of composure or claim.

Spontaneous combustion

rekindles bundles of attention

that admonish or adore.

Separate identity is fighting

for its source of life-support.

All is so easily

the blend . . . the meld . . . the one.

I am only a hairball to leave,

a weave of a hollow stare

looking back.

Hot breath holds a candle

in a firm shared grip of bodies

We are each a nostril

of something spiritual and larger.

The flame has a burning source

unknown but devouring.

Contact points are acknowledged

yet as the burn deepens.

Time is discovered not to be

the wick of what is

and space yields an intensity

to be in common reply.

“You tell me” has no need

for rhetorical as response.

We simply deed

each moment as breath

with the ink

of self-surrender from within.

Marvel is a permission to love

as expression is offered

from within

the one we are

as effortless is sustained . . .