I sense a rite in running, rhythmical pounding along the lines that skirt the town following the fields, the signs that say leaving the aching of my lungs swallowed by the great open heavens. Growth is in the soil. We spring into life. Activated, confident. Feeling the wriggle and pull of new desires. To playfully, sensitively and intelligently cross lines, and empower others to do the same. To…
Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . Exhale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . ….
Absence: A revolution in the brew As we engage in Near distance Far closeness And reversed Exploring how to touch and be touched without touch; A warmth not settling in(to) flesh A vibration; an energy, seeking to be expressed Still fully charged I am carrying you with me, and you me; on me/you – as we go -R
INTERPLAY (i) For Flow – to read aloud D istance between between between between between between vibrating beating tissues our constellation long and taut across impossible spinning measures. Cotton-mouthed thick-grey turning pink red gold I lean dangerous give myself to the plane drink your heat through pursed lips fingertip tongue buds toe fine lines between teeth drawing you in pushing myself out. …
