In search of East Rochester …

I’ve moved from my distant place

to feeling the feelings I see on her face.

She touched me and told me she missed me

saying "things weren't the way they used to be.

(honest to God)

Our patterns were repeating.

As we closed us in, moving

totally, towards the each of the other

we found silence to be at the apex of our isolations.

Moving, quickly, to openness

flowing, flowing through days of our together

we touch, each with the wisdom of the free.

In touching our lives move together

to a ballet we've worked at our selves.

Now, standing in nakedness

we're bold enough to try true.

In that, a picture of mutuality,

respect for the independent soul.

I love you Alexis for it's together we're best,

somehow pointed out by times spent apart.