Notes #1
Skin pressing on skin as if
along the shore of the lake between
its rocky crags and winter sands
the waves crest and roll
into themselves.
Skin pressing on skin you are eternity,
drifting me along timeless clouds and
mist and fog till we mingle amidst branches
making drops of dew that
drip to the roots.
Hands touching and gripping and guiding
and throbbing.
The tangle of root like legs clinging to
the solidity of the other.
Your body pressing lightly on top of
mine as we rest, rejuvenate, and recreate
the little deaths that redefine
our agony on this earth.
Dry lake beds and rising oceans
describes the changes you and
I have endured,
neither of us sure of our footing.
Man made distresses eroding
what once was solid.
The agonies of climate changes,
ours as well as the Earth’s.
Flooding and recessing,
flooding and recessing
skin pressing on skin
our relationship weathers
through its personal potential mass
extinction event while
humanity hurtles towards its own.
