Friday, January 05, 2007


You follow me through myself
from room to room.
I become
your living space.

Windows look inwards.
A folding intimacy
forms pillows and cushions
of presence.

This mingling cohabitation
makes its own rules
of perspective and design.
The ergonomics of One
can bend light
as well as form.

I hold Your hand
but my fingers slip away
to be You.
Like wind writing on water

movement is our love

our soul.