Breathing Deeply Now

Jack in the Pulpit IV – Georgia O’Keefe

Move through me.
The time has come for us
to finally visit this place.

Your face is one thousand shades of gentle
and your liquid eyes have never changed

still I know them

still they know me.

Whatever, however, whenever…

If this is only fleeting,

slightly breathing,
just grazing

where neck slopes gently into shoulder
where arm and torso share a valley
where thigh and belly brush fingertips

as they pass each other in the hall

Part of you will stay behind

as you always have,
and bring me closer to knowing,

to feeling
what quietly whispered pieces of love should sound like.




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