butterfly body
we often underestimate
the wind our wings allow
such strength in surrender
the majesty of meaning
a flame that flowers
how you rose inside me
like petal and bloom
like sun, held soft in
a crescent of shadow
what a dance is light
what music enters here
in swell and surge?
call it song or
synchronicity
so much said
the voiceless prayer of your fingers
breath like braille, in all but altitude
a flight to the deep
beyond language
that poem of private parts
where our portals touch and
someplace between pupils
we are palm to palm
then finally --

sight