I’m with you,
Your head rests against my left cheek,
You’re watching so attentively,
Vast darkness, we’re not alone
flopped on a leather throne.
Resting on your right hand -your face
Index and middle finger on your cheek
Ring finger, pinky over your lips
The glowing screen grips
scent heavy and strong
your natural balm.
fragrance tailed by body heat
Sensuous warmth varnishes your Aroma
the baffle — my breathing you in
: a sample I store in my left chest.
Only sitting with you.
elbow resting on my knee
As if your world’s resting on me
honored that you a lay burden on me
Like A master giving a trusted student responsibility,
I could bear any yolk you make my liability
Remember — just sitting with you.
locked in cinematic flight
A plot so intriguing,
Your departure is near but
Time has long left your conscience
so enthralled you are in that glowing screen.
But me, I’m sitting with you.
I wonder how long I get to
Sit with you
A life time…
what we await is concealed, while we sit
Or is it, this sitting is what we’ve been awaiting since the cradle!
sharing this Shekinah silence with.
loving paralleled by being loved.
Where presence satiates
When our lives’ resolve is that simple relative:
Like a starving vagrant being handed
a full warm ham
I’m grateful bewildered and in disbelief…
Like a spinning social butterfly waltzing from one
adoring guest to another
I’m in a trance an adrenalin rush…
Like a born into sainthood nun as she leaves her convent
- the only world she ever new
A life changing, mind altering journey awaits me with you…
As I sit with you.
As a student sitting with an Eiffel tower of text before a test:
I sit with Commendable commitment.
As a volunteer sitting teaching a mentally impaired child to unscramble a book:
I sit with Infinite foster.
As a monk in lotus position:
I sit in tranquil intermission.
and I will remind you
That as my being is surged
With emotions I never even
imagined were possible
No matter the stand