You that is my mother
And my father—
My house, home and garden—
You— that is— my raging seas
blows in bubbles— life with planets as bodies/core—
You— whom houses me
Realize me
On levels far beyond these I am able to comprehend of
You— whom is— my house, home and garden—
My raging seas— of indifference—
blow in winds— of change— diasporic salt’s from waters reign—
into rivers— of
You whom I navigate my dinghy through— and on— and in
Asking for Arks— in metaphor ms…
I who choose to see— You— in my mirror
And my sea—
I whom Am— My House, and Home—
Tend in Garden— blowing bubbles into my sons warm and moving bath
I
whom houses Me— realizing self and all that is mine
responsibility— but not Mine
Own— I whom am— a flea—
Your house— home and guarded Inn; a soft place
Land— in me.
I am not indifferent.
Pray through winds— of change— shatter my shifting perceptions— of you—
that is
I
whom build— imaginary ships— the likes of which
no storm can touch— carry on— deliver
Us from You— and to
You in rapture of the worship of each other.
You— I love— in raged in-differing metaphors—
Whom I love in metaphor—
Whom I love In
You— Who am I
Love— In
Loving— You who
Am I— in Love
With
In You whom I Am
You are
Not un-like me—
Not Army
Who are you ?
You are Me.
