The look the face that's launched me thousands of times
up
out
onward
inside
You ask, How do you do it? or you say, I could never do what you do.
Think of body skin bone appendage organ heart brain eye borne in a boat and you are the boat.
I am the boat vessel rocked and rocking launched and launching
Boat (body) Body (soul) Soul (eye) Eye (look)
Do you get it?
Look (eye) Eye (soul) Soul (body) Body (boat)
Yes. To my very eye, soul and body.
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How amazing you are, keeping that boat afloat. Always.
Her eyes sustain you and love is the sea upon which you sail.
I get it. I get it.
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ReplyDeleteYes. I say yes.
ReplyDeleteHer beauty. Your beauty. She. I . You.
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking poetry this writing this way you move in the world both.
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The Eyes are the Windows to the Soul and the Look that launches you needs no Words.
ReplyDeleteRocked and rocking... Having spent many nights in the cradle of that particular vessel, and many days (literally and figuratively) loading boats and launching, and loading boats and launching... You slay me like a blade cutting through water, propelling its craft out into the current, yet again, and away from the shore. Exceptional, as are you.
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ReplyDeletethank you for this your broadcast provided bright clear concept..
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there is no choice if you love, and how magnificently you love. you ARE love.
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Ah O yes Elizabeth.
ReplyDeleteYes. Mother love. Powerful magic. The most powerful of all.
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