Leaves outstretched hands

in the wet spring.

Elephant skin dark bark in the rain.

Those wild arms in a dance

that calls your name,

today and every other.


In the wind my voice becomes a whisper.

The hum of a thousand bees

caressing your heart.


I string the universe’s beads

together one by one,

holding the sacred chalice

to my pursed lips.


Its reflection a face

of every other face.

The mirror you hold up for me

to see myself.


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