for e.a.h. and l.a.-made by j.j.

my hand does not move to the beat of your heart though without it i would stand still
my heart does not pound down the door to your temple though where it leads i'd like to enter
my home is not yours is not mine
we are not each other's

possesion seems an american construct
or maybe western

worldly
ungodly

"and the fullness thereof"
shared fullness, i think they meant
where is our sharing?
and where, then, is our fullness

i am yours, hers, his
we are our own for the taking and sharing and loving and cheering and comforting
we are nothing if not our entire selves coming into collaboration with everything that does and can possibly exist in our company

close your eyes and see all that is around you
green dances with navy and black skitters across the sky's stage
baby gold and gray sparkles bounce excitedly off each other
fingers reach out to touch the unknown
drawing newness where it belongs

a hammock swings on its own
woven into it is the memory of everyone whose troubles have fallen through the crocheted cord of its togetherness onto the backs of hollow gourds below
into our thirsty mouths did they spill their gift--the juice of life not yet lived

we are one
made from one
coming together as one
intended to act towards one
ultimate good
so very good

green grass freshly mowed has never smelled so
good
chocolate fresh-whipped dripping from the whisk has never tasted so
good
soft fingers trailing their way down my smooth brown back has never felt so
good
is all we were ever meant to be

like the light of day and the dark of night
it is good
it is good
it is good