when there is
no past,
no future. When you
are suspended, could
be on another planet,
another time zone.
Or no zone except
being in the zone.
When there is only
the present and you
flow like spilled
mercury, shift to his
center. His lake blue
eyes, mirrors. When
you move as two
strands of tangled
seaweed in a wave
and what might
shame some keeps
you ecstatic, you are
each other's world
