for R

hey babe

you gotta live it babe

love it

high frequency sensations

red hot feelings in the low light night

spiders reflecting an orange glow

dark blue ripples

silver strands

the sand is hot

the way it should be 

always

white granite polished like the old sink

you are so beautiful

like the zen beaches of black rocks in the sand

like the deep moss forest where the spiders live

the sink is in the old french house

where we were supposed to live

you the mountain

i the lake

i caress your feet

but you stand above me

towering

out of reach

if it wasn't for the elegant lupine

reaching over, laying low

always, always the sand saves me

mountains, falling rock

rolling boulders

shards

gravel

all in perfect order down to the finest grain

i don't want to know now, that one day it will be clay 

clay again

remember i was born from the clay

and you?

where do i look for you when it is our time again

still i vibrate

still caught in your web