Flesh rushes over space like water over ancient river rocks
flooding and pooling and dripping and spilling and gushing and rushing
stagnating with patient virtue in the eddies of a quiet space
rippling and rushing like white-water -- splashing to the depths below
Bodies speak their truths in effortless vulnerability apart from evaluation
or overt display
they just are
we just are
who are we?
who is they?
A-melodic harmonies hum the droning pulse of blood
A rush of angles slicing and scalloping in perspective depth, recoiling and draping
i am here for you
you are we is I am they
i see you see me see you, and we remain
A vibrant joining of singularity
celebrating the difference inherent in being together
building to individual discord
And then the quiet.