Gathering
close together
to
read the palm of the night sky,
we
lay physically touching,
while
studying the mounts on each cloud,
taking
in impressions
of
each cloud’s watercolor blush,
feeling
for each cloud’s color of light
upon
our common auric field.
This
allows and encourages spaciousness
to bind
us all as one.
We are
collectively laying out our labyrinth
into
the streaming sky,
being
buffed and brushed by clouds
along
their migratory route.
We are
finding delicious sorts of air bakery
with
every wind-chill and sigh.
Opening
to wide swallows
of
spacious dusk night sky
and
sensitively licking whole lengths
of
their slow undulating flow,
quenching
and being quenched
in
almost motionless ways.
We
remain in still-oneness
until
the earthrise
has
stampeded all the blush away.
Here
then , we are wrestling on
with
this smoldering stillness
until
memories’ faint kiss
strips
away our separate minds.
We are
communing into one body heat.
Letting
ourselves show our improbable needs.
Steeped
in ooziness,
we are
taking everyone
to
where we are the ocean
upon
which we all float . . .
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