her glance-streaming of itself,
is a creature form for entry.
she crawls up inside
the intake of my eyes,
hibernating herself as a presence.
warmth now radiating inside my head,
expanding my awareness.
I could say,
it's my perception,
as mine for her,
but clearly the inner cave of me
doesn't do that.
yet her occupancy transforms me.
I feel light headed
as if in lighthouse stature.
love goes out of me,
unto the open sea.
the rhythms of the day
becomes endless background applause,
as the acoustics of sensing serving aliveness.
familiar is as in,
how friendly passes the warmth around.
glares turn into gleams that glow,
as if it isn't the sunlight mattering.
but the warmth from the sun
animates into this livingness expressed.
the feminine of me
always takes this stance.
why would I want to live
any other way? . . .
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