the intricacy of intimacy

the intricacy of intimacy,

as if wrapped in the warmth 

of a private showing.

slowly attending to the draw 

of an atmospheric maze

that is ascending, 

transformed into a labyrinth,

leading to a wellspring 

beyond expectation's grasp.

the embrace of atmosphere 

is tenderly inviting.

the soothe of self,

as if a bloom opening 

to sunlight, 

is softly approaching.

all the parts of notice 

liquify into alignment.

my being acts out 

through me.

all appears lighter 

than gravity allows.

all our conversation is stream-speak,

ever flowing in the same.

touch is gratitude meeting gratification,

as if melt had supreme dignity 

and blend was intoxication.

where two distinct pitches 

reach a harmony beyond accord

and pathways of entry give way

to plains of ever-sight,  

then intimacy has its givens.

intricacies were only prayers 

of mindful attention, 

consciously given

as kindling towards the fire

of the floating deadweight of now

into the lighthouse fumes that generate spirit. 

ascendency is seeking its maker

as intricacy giving way

to what intimate seas . . .