DANCE THE WATER

May I touch you and open into your breath? May I dive
you slowly, not suffering from the wait? 
And there catch your smile between moments
of gentle pokes and peeks.

Here the broken are removed,
the fractured, the useless, the unwanted
also - to play again, the strings of
moments together.  Recall:

         Lifted in the beauty of gulls effortlessly gliding by
         on ocean contrails, the sound of snow
         falling on a mountainside, summer streams
         fed from bubbling springs and pine scented
         mornings -  invade my senses. 

         The fingering of pools warm on my skin, the drippings
         of crystal glaciers on the tongue, the hypnotic sway
         of leaves conversing, the quiet spy of a leviathan's
         graceful surface to breath free against miles
         of pacific blue - underscores rice paper sensuality.

The steps of foot pressed images into white sand before
the tide erases  - slender fingers pull down the corners of
an orange skys with lips that push a wind Far East; rippling
circles outward where a pearl settles near the shore of my longing
and there to...

Dance my water.