herd of horses

All of a sudden,
differentiated centimetres,
all over, alone,
fearfully alone,

longing for

metres squared
by meeting you
in the middle of all
this
turmoil;

at crossroads near woods
on the edge of a desert of meadows, where
there will be
well, a well,
flow

of motion,
silence

weaving stills
to calm
stampeding words –
a herd strong as horse

spreading by kiss, 
and yet
touch skin to merge:

you-me/we>us,
listening to

the way in,
a square, room to meet,
feet rooting like trees
catching sun and rain
to grass for the herd to sleepdream
on quiet, for the herd

to become one horse again

and my tears have filled
the well, clouds reflect on
its surface we learned to grow…