Dip

“These two months

Felt like two years

For me”

They told me

I would like to think

Of time

As no more than an idea

Passing,

As the rain falls

Onto the soft soil

And the spaces in between

The leaves of the palm trees

I don’t know

If it felt like two years

It simply felt like

A journey

Multiple,

Journeys

That intertwines

And converges

In a hug

There is an eternity

In a hug

The feeling of a dynasty

The heart leaps

Perhaps because of desire

Perhaps because of truth

Perhaps because of envy

Envy?

The connection to our roots

Our ancestry

Our dynasties

To touch,

My friend

Is to open again,

The door I shut

No,

The door,

That fear shut

And with it

The pulses of blood

Through the stem of the pine trees

The fresh air

And the ice cold drips of water

That slips into

The space between your muscles

Gliding down

The bones

From your shoulder,

To the tip of your fingers

And rolling off,

From there

Leaving you

With a faint memory

Of it’s passing

Leaving you

A little bit cold

And a little bit thirsty

Not knowing why

Until you see

that the muscles have been squeezed

In search of this water

Blocking its passing

In the hug

Of a kindred soul,

A familiar body,

They opened again

And the water,

Dripped down,

From the space

In between the muscles

Down the shapely corner

Of my eyelids

Down the curved, rounded

cheeks

Onto the smooth marble surface

Making a crisp sound

As it contacts the ground

That reverberates, outwards

Reminding me

To keep the space

Between the muscles,

Open, patiently.

Even if the heart

Yearns for this water

Even as the world

Bows to its essence,

Its pureness,

Its glory.