the youme tree in olive stated the response
to smile in the legal shapes of making love
restitution of our dance in the emotional
phrasing of altogether mystery called creation
the youme tree in the sunlight morning
squinting into the sky the remunerative embrace
enjoying the act of enjoyment to create
and how to lose myself inside you
the act of creation in the meaning of becoming
born into ... creation exists to create
meaning is the mystery of what it creates
as we become the potential of what words possess
as if we are creating a destiny by the design of our thoughts
in the potential of what possesses the geometry of making
love into the fractal shapings of our conversation
the meter of your skin in the fragrance of your ginger kisses
as if finding sushi on a walk through a city holding hands
in the wandering morning creates the evening prologue
in an afternoon of making summer into love
it's as if summer in the nutrients of the sun creates the smile
as if the vitamin verifiable song reimbursed the amount of our longing
into an hour of a softness never completely rationalized
as if pleasure could explain the mystery or as any word could capture
the creation and contain it ... as if being lost within you wasn't anything
that called for a kind of conceptualization
other than the experience of you and what we are together
the attempt to not attempt in the intent without intention
as if love lost all intent in the losing of the ego to become
the intention itself in the realization that love was something
that you gave to me
quite accidentally
to smile in the legal shapes of making love
restitution of our dance in the emotional
phrasing of altogether mystery called creation
the youme tree in the sunlight morning
squinting into the sky the remunerative embrace
enjoying the act of enjoyment to create
and how to lose myself inside you
the act of creation in the meaning of becoming
born into ... creation exists to create
meaning is the mystery of what it creates
as we become the potential of what words possess
as if we are creating a destiny by the design of our thoughts
in the potential of what possesses the geometry of making
love into the fractal shapings of our conversation
the meter of your skin in the fragrance of your ginger kisses
as if finding sushi on a walk through a city holding hands
in the wandering morning creates the evening prologue
in an afternoon of making summer into love
it's as if summer in the nutrients of the sun creates the smile
as if the vitamin verifiable song reimbursed the amount of our longing
into an hour of a softness never completely rationalized
as if pleasure could explain the mystery or as any word could capture
the creation and contain it ... as if being lost within you wasn't anything
that called for a kind of conceptualization
other than the experience of you and what we are together
the attempt to not attempt in the intent without intention
as if love lost all intent in the losing of the ego to become
the intention itself in the realization that love was something
that you gave to me
quite accidentally
