always the truth
smitten with gold
a liquid blanket of smooth motion
cover your hands,
your arms
your feet
the clarity that exists
steel gray blue wonder
out of it grows the sillouette of something i'm wanting to know
insanity, alone
intrinsic to (my being/my sight/my breath)
rain from a clear patch overehead
briskness, warmth and scent
you're perfect, you have me
entirely figured out
always in faith
clinging to my skin
it's resting down there
in my palm
a quiet continuity so stable it's falling off