You are the thing that dreams between my fingers and
stillness between my thoughts,
reaching down beneath the deepest measurement of


whatever it is that
Teaches all of us, and my heart

my heart, that suddenly dances when you’re near.
Whatever it is that tells the deepest ingrained sense of self
to let go, sing for all I’m worth
when you touch my skin.

January ’06


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