And....

And.....

It is within your motion, where your
beauty lies. Static does not suit you.
Your frenzied dance opens my heart.
My wind is borne blind on the other side of you.

And I feel.

I call your name with birdsong voice.
Your back remains mine with your
wolfing hips moving skyward.
My trees are held breathless in your landscape.

And I know.

You settle deep within my marrowed skin.
A joining of purest connection
in grazing circles of florid repose,
my stars run sunlit through your madrigal hair.

And I love.

Joni
3/13/07

Art Credit: Tree Deva by Mia Friedrich