City to Country & Country to City

Unburden her soul; and tiptoe winds. I felt you flame, and
Wondered why; and such the love—to grieve the anger. I’m
Something grey: lost for why; and she colors life. But what
Mystery; and dearly unseen; and such cultural spirit.

Something ignites; and rests eternal: we swim a naked
Rapture; and so many vessels; and so many stars. It’s more
Than waves: a fountain sun; and more than love: a segue—
Deep. She gestures soft: an esoteric dream; and visions thrice:

The deepest trance. What is this rhythm: a world of yogis;
And what is this sleigh: a cave of mystics. The soils ripe:
A heart of blossoms; and fill the basin: an antique root. I
Pause and feel and flit and soar—and run and sprint and skip
Amore; and such the grain—a wealth of flux; and rills of
Pain—and tears to flush.