cool, and light,
is a momentary brushstroke
that gently soothes the blood,
white, and clean,
smells of salty jasmine by the beach…
…is the zing! of sweet lemon
that lingers gently, momentarily, on the tongue.
everywhere, and nowhere,
is a shadow that flickers,
changing form from moment to moment…
…it lives in the entangled spaces
between the rise and crash of a wave.
it is the fragile purple flower
that drops sensuously from the jacaranda as i watch.
you come for me,
and i gratefully succumb.
you usher me
through a doorway,
gentle, strong hands
on the small of my back,
sweeping me away
from the rigid discipline of time
that fractures, divides, and dominates.