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Yellow Canyons
Meet me in
yellow
canyons
where
hawks
glide on air
pockets
and
free fall
to earth.
Free fall
with me
into love,
where
our souls unite
and part,
again and again,
tying and untying the
knot,
inhaling and
exhaling
each
other.
Sit with me
at world’s edge
earth’s
shores
and
listen to the
tide as
she rolls in
slow as
dripping
honey.
Make love
with me
riding
the wave
the current
of unbound
unabashed
love
where
two
souls meet,
wide open
like the
blue sky,
bare
as a
snow drift
in winter.
Die with me,
in my arms
or me in yours.
Rest
in love.
Diane
Sherman |