In...
I close my eyes so I can see better
and I try and find you
like a warm current in an ocean.
Sometimes I can feel myself falling in,
accidentally, easily,
like simple gravity pulling you in to a feather bed
but never completely landing,
always drawn deeper in,
suspended in the whispers of the feathers’ understandings of flight.
But I am in, and then there is no other place
I have ever existed.
Many have tried to name you,
but any sound
separated from all sound
limits you in ways you are not limited,
like the openness of vowels
closing on even the softest consonants.
I belong to you like a country,
like a continent that goes on underwater
belongs to all the others,
one body of hills and valleys that you let me rest in,
sightlines different from every movement of land,
and no land.
You hold me like a child
suckling sincerity,
as much as I can drink
and then time to take it all in and digest,
to let you become part of me
as I am drunk back into the body of you...
so grateful you were as hungry for me
as I was for you,
truth.
vicky Edmonds / © 2013