the Divine Ms. L...

Today, I am air.
you should see me, I'm beautiful.
but there is no observer.
And, I am not well suited to this deconstruction.
Some one, who took them self not to have a self at all.
Born into secrets and die with them too,
never knowing
That I felt.
"rip me open and show me my soul!"
I tell her.
There is part of me that is scared not to know.
I want this time to be different.

There is a part of me that is fearless, and knows
the fear was never me;
this is different.
And I no longer tell my flying from my falling.

So, when I feel myself lean closer to a gravity not my own,
I pull back to my foot prints and this
is good.

But from where I stand, could I reach out and touch
and neither push nor pull
but love,
could I be with you?

I feel this touch on this cell that I breathe through,
and I breathe you,
surging hard up my spine
and I breathe you in as you're breathing, and
I promise to be soft.

And I promise to move slowly
along this thing that looks like boundary
across this thing that looks like line
between possible,
and forever unknown.

I promise to move softly.