You are somewhere feeling me
In your skin of existence
There is no consciousness
The needle sends the puncture of desire.
I sit and know this truth
Building within each puncture
Piercings of connection are mined alone.
The evening came with a poem and a song.
Notions point me to reason.
Words shift to reality and my feast begins
Have heart and wealth in expression
Love steps into my collection of word and thought
Intricate reasons lost and found.
A legacy begins in rewriting our stories
Singing praises of growth.
Talk to me of your passions
Let me know and be told
Be the tender story of a friend.
