The cantillated ring

and the rhythm  of my heart sings to you.

Wired around you, is my lust to feel the never-ending clock of our existence.


Rotating on oceans,

our breeze is lighter than the flight of the heavens

guarded by a chain of emerald tears,

clearing out the brume filled field.


Forms of letters written on our bodies,


re-writing each moan that whispers mildly into your chest.

I Arise.

You Arise.

Erect with your secrets, your pressure unfolds

my honey flows, tingles,

as I do what I am told.

I Arise.

You Arise

We Arise