I sit in my bed drinking tea and getting ready for the day. There is a gentle wash all over me, I feel our union, our orbits in resonance across universes. Amazing: now its true meaning has been restored.
Rewriting mythologies, liberating words. Amazing.
I miss you already and yearn to see you again and again and again. To feel your presence, those limpid eyes.
The tea is strong and I make a bitter face, you get busy with the day, drink your tea, read your papers, walk your easy walk, pelvis thrust out just ever so slightly, a hint of splayed feet. Your strong hips holding the core, your center of gravity, your balance, today a little shaken by a stirring inside, unsteady, unsure, waiting to explode to suck the universe in.
kalpaean 