The Dance

Words are one path in a grove of endless trails.
Sometimes I choose to walk it, sometimes I choose another.
Silence, gaze, breathing, music, singing, writing, listening, touch, and dance.
Or perhaps all of these are dances.
In which we entangle ourselves together
close
apart
touch
not touch
we pull each other in,
warm breath caressing our necks
lips close
cheeks brush
sweet scent of spring and ocean filling the air
like vapor
and honey
hands clasped
push
pull
spinning and twirling
eyes meet
back against back
you follow me
I follow you
togetherness
separateness
It is the dance
Life
We are dancing together
apart

feel me
            feel you
heal me
            heal you

                    The dance is a window into your beauty, of which I want the whole world

                                     to see
阳光