Love Poem – Trance-Scripts

I Wake to Your Poem

And I’m in it,

we’re in it,

that’s what this is

this morning, this week

laughing, loving,

quieting our fears

clearing hurt

quivering with pleasures

given and received

preparing for the turning

making way for plenty

and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

Morning Ritual

Potted,

planted,

deep in fine rich soil

of last night’s

feasting,

chewing on “Canaxis” ritual

sipping coffee,

I receive your text about “Beguines”

and begin my day.