Before a whispered word—
Emptiness waits to know
And only then come to
Emptiness does not give
way to form—
Every object is for the caress of
And in return nothingness wraps
itself to the curve of
We are defined by this embrace.
So we meet…realized in
and surrendered at
With no becoming we are free to
exist within one another.
With nowhere to leave off we mingle
intimate at fingertips—
Space meeting itself as form in a
play of pure delight.
And in this moment we
And something more
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Editorial Assistant: Brenna Fischer/Editor: Bryonie Wise