I have a love with whom I speak every day, upon 

the Inhale – in the Pause – and in the Exhale all 

along the way.

I have a love with whom I speak every day

as moon and stars and sun

move when we sway

upon the weaving strands

of waters, rocks, and sands and sacred breath,

of all nations and lands –

of the loom’s language

forming kisses in my mouth,

swimming the four directions

like speckled blood-filled trout

in absolute faithfulness

to all that is love –

whether deer or fawn, eagle, or dove,

two or four-legged,

finned, skinned or not,

the chord pulls taut, and something

billows in the ancient language that

vibrates, resonates, does not hesitate

to part partition or veil –

like oil surging through shale

wind, rain, and hail.

I have a love with whom I speak every day

on the Inhale – the Pause – the Exhale,

and all along the way…

These are my sweet love’s touch,

that I embrace each and every day and

I have learned like a good lover -

to surrender, let them have their way!

With me, my mouth, my curves and

soft and rounded contours (ours, yours)

takes no detours but lures me as a

fish in a brook that pulls me up and

onto their hook, which gives me wings,

gives me faith, and wherever I am

drops me to my knees

in unfathomable ecstasy -

and find all my kin gathered right here,

right next to me!

I so cherish this love

with whom I speak, every day.

In the Inhale – the Pause – and the Exhale,

and all along the way.