If you stare too long

Steady as the sun,
no one sees the flames bursting-
you're too far away.

Yet with sudden blindness
comes the rediscovery of touching, feeling.

If you are open to it.

Let me stretch my legs apart
over the surface tension
of your deepest thoughts -

this great, cold lake of being—

behind your eyes where light
no longer penetrates

feel my iridescent wings
furiously beating—

spreading the echoes of the warmth
of caring -carrying other fragile, beautiful things

into this state of play,
this trick of water,
always physical, always spirit,
always changing.