I long for you

in the scheduled hours of the day.

To swim your rivers.

Run the hot and cold of you.

The soft and supple, determined and wanting.

Ride the trails of you.

Ripping worn, familiar paths of wild abandon.

Without judgement or fear.

Can we sit together?

All of us.

Away from expectation and need.

Allow what will be born within this infinite vessel to form freely.

Abandon structure.

Meet me here by flocks of golden petals.

Long for me.

*This poem is available in my book Soft With Me, printed and bound in Western North Carolina thanks to a grant from the N.C. Arts Council.

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