let the gentle truth of your skin
speak to you
whispering until your eyes close
and like a babe fighting sleep
you finally let go into the softness of breath
into the arms of all that is
the one that holds you in the fine sweet
mesh of your belonging

let her braid your tired hair
let her pour oil
drip, drip, dripping
across your third eye
until you become one with her
and the ocean of being
drinks you in
molecule by molecule
drop by drop
bone by bone
alive and smooth
and full of fascinating
contradictions

until your speech
your diction
becomes the ohm
or the breath
or the stride
of the one song
as she forms and reforms the painted
ripples of this seabed floor

the sands of time caressed
forever into her love for you