All Standing

I could visit each country in the world for the first time and each adventure could never compare to the thrill I’m overcome with when my fingers sail over your body. Every changing dimension of your torso and your limbs, all waves I hungrily pass, ready and braced for the next one. I feel like I’m sailing.
“It only works with your eyes closed.” I really feel as if I’m there. There’s no sea more exhilarating in the world.
I won’t forget your sharing of experience with the swifts in the chimney. All whirling up inside there, mating and all. You held your breath just to listen. Alert and unaware that your body was unconsciously as focused as your head. You remember the release and the harmony of their whirs and your awing breath.
A little bit of each of us had evaporated in the time concentrated on our actions. We were recycling or insides and our spirits.

Rise

I am amazed. I can never find myself able to dislike anybody's flaws, only to love them more than their perfections. I really can't ever see the difference. I admire every bit of your self. I might not even be comprehending it all, and for our sakes I hope I never discover more. I am a hazard to myself and you and you and I love living this way. In a way this may be the best form of enlightenment.