of You
is your
Fluidity.

The Joy
In your
Knowing.

—-

I miss
Seeing
Exhaled

Tectonics
Of you
Click into
Place.

—-

Transform

These
blank
Pages

In front
Of me.

—-

There is no
Preparation
In a product

Beyond life.

—-

I am patterns
And corners,

And you are
The paint I
Use to color
In between

These lines.