A book of myths in which our names do not appear

One day you'll see this and you'll know what I mean.

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"In Relation" (2012)

I dreamt myself as independent of you
Where we merge
and overlap
Is rich with fertile soil
hungry for the seeds of a relationship that means so much more than cheating regeneration for
Pleasure.
But on the margin, on the crest of the wave that carries me to you and you to my waiting arms
I lie in silence and I breathe and I exist alone
I let the musicality of the world flow and bend through me like a prism
so that you may not be blinded.

Where I lay I contemplate the ocean that brought you unto me
And I question if that god who I abandoned long ago had cast out your soul in a bottle in earlier days so that I may rediscover His grace and His kindness

But I am no fool and superstition no longer clouds my judgement
I have waited on these shores
and I have watched every wave
for the one that may, like any other, carry you to me.

If you brush up against my feet as the tide pulls you in
then it is my persistence, not my faith, that yields fortune to me.