crossing upon crossing
these paths are like plaid.
we saunter with those we love, those familiar faces
and try to grasp the fingertips of desire
to imprison our unsteady 'now'.
as the trees evolve and mutate
and the land becomes nothing more than
unfamiliar still frames;
when the sun and moon seem to remove themselves
from the sky, as the jewels that guide us
and the ground is grey and stalked by beasts
of despair--I find solace in the fact that
I have stumbled upon your trail.
the pebbles are no longer machines that flip
and decieve me.
the wind, I breathe again.
and it is filled with untold secrets
that I can catch like fireflies.
your skin becomes my map.
let me wander upon your body....
