XXV

[kah_tea_uh]

twenty long steps from the starting line
the race becomes a thing of wonder
brushing up against a seeing stone
you make me wish the days were longer
that my beliefs could match my hunger

my body is made of love
voice the sound of heart beating
running my feet through the sand
I almost touch who I am
as my skin touches yours
something we found
as the world turned around
I am where you are
holding each others' fears
in the palms of our hands
gentle so that we are not afraid