kismet [or the lusciousness of timeless momentary lingering]

a wound begging to be touched
and healed

soulful eyes full up with mystery
and depth

two hearts so tender
and vulnerable

our meandering conversation
and feet

no destination–
just a curved line

poetry rocks spattered
with raindrops

the fragrance of spring
yellow, red and green

cedar married with sorrow
–a new path to walk

the question of violence
towards birds
(and the struggle for words)

an eye and a scarab
two souls within the labyrinth

lingering