Eight

The wind whispers on my skin.

It’s your breath; I know it because

Though your body is far away

Your essence resides with me.
The sun kisses my shoulders.

The warmth radiates, permeates,

like a hot drink on a cool day.

It’s your mouth; I know it because

Though your body is far away

The warmth derives from within,

Not without.
The sea circles my waist;

the ebbing surf reaches and draws me in close

I move with it

As it inhales and exhales.

I’m in your arms; I know it because

Though your body is far away

I feel protected and serene;

Harmonious.
The sand embraces my body,

Holding me close and tight;

A custom fit.

It’s your body; I know it because

Though you are far away

Nothing was ever made

So perfectly to measure

As yours and mine, together.

You are here with me;

I know it because

Not even nature

Not wind, fire, water, nor earth

Could feel more

Natural

Than you to me.

Four

Here on the rooftop

the red stone stings like hot coals

as it reshares the sun’s generous warmth

with the world.

 

Here on the rooftop

I am at sea,

alone

yet surrounded

a fleet of antennae protrude like masts of ships.

 

Here on the rooftop

I melt

with both warmth and gratitude

my skin glistening, my teeth exposed to the sun.

 

Here on the rooftop

a small bug crosses my line of sight

he goes about his day

quiet,

diligent.

 

Here on the rooftop

I lie amongst the clouds,

noting the disparity between my peaceful microcosm

and the bustling hubbub of the streets below.

 

Here on the rooftop

tranquility I have,

tranquil I am.

The day is mine; I am alive.