a salty song
around my shoulders
wraps me in a harmony
of thirds.
Love like the wind
needs no introduction,
no permission from my parents
to bow on a knee
with a ring.
I’m sniffing yellow
bursts of instant knowing.
I can be entered by the sun
in penetrating ways –
the passing through of each photon
registers on my richter spine
of sway – I offer my belly for a rub.
Hear this felt truth — I know no bounds.
What enters me
is entered by me
as it passes on,
an exchange without end.
Ever echoes the fervored beat
I dance
eternity
for now
a textured shadow on my retina
curve
later thinning out on the curve
of expansion
among other all-
perceiving BEings
returning
to our agreed
upon spot
no one
need know
but love.
Life as Improv 