perhaps this is

my great love for the ages

who knows?

it’s so fragile – to be held so lightly.

let go of before it’s actually grasped.

juggled like a flame perhaps?

but absolutely to be savored each moment.

brrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm

like the dark asphalt of the nighttime road under wheel,

or the feeling of wind on face,

ppuuurrrrr…

or skin on skin.

we are so fragile…

maybe that’s why we’re capable of creating such great beauty?

when fear is relinquished,

and only beauty is left behind,

each breath in and of itself

becomes a complete universe.

at peace and in love.