.i hold you like an egg
blue and fragile
almost transparent
iridescent
glowing
i hold and lose myself in you
that thin membrane
separating me from the white and the yolk
the slimy softness
sinking
nourishing
where is the sacred center?
the moment?
space and time always and forever being pushed aside by movement
where does life begin?
ah, yes!
i feel it.

11 april 2008