Cherry trees in the spring time
near full bloom as an image.
This comes to my mind,
out of a time-honoring memory
of the aura of you.
The way you have your arms folded,
facing me, whereby nothing is said
that is not fully supported by your pose.
Us, just the two of us,
breezing along, from one place to another
as if we were slipstreaming in migratory flight,
as if we are a species who keeps their mates
for their entire lifetime’s awareness.
Knowing that our feelings are pooling,
yes, merging in a harmonic beyond commentary
as our shared presence is
becoming a musical arrangement.
At some point,
as much as our bodies are pleasuring,
what they are trying to say,
is only putting punctuation to sentences
that cannot ever come into language
to be softly spoken.
It often happens that we have to refit ourselves
back into a notion of time and place,
to have gender, person and circumstance.
Answer me this.
Do two candles lit, very close to each other,
generate more than two candle power,
when having common intention lighting our means?
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