Drawn…

Drawn in..
The way a sail boat is
serviced by a gale, made to sail

Brought towards..
towards a center..

A central theme.
Back to ‘she’…

The she that never left

Now back… An intimate that is..
… So close

Like front rows at shows,
‘she is’ close

Back to being —
back.
Drawn from the center to the center..
Drawn in.
Might it be possible??
Possibly

Would I die for you? DEFINITELY!!

More important to me,
– more importantly,
I would flee the galaxy
–with all that does concern you,
I’d return to – you,
holding rose
Having now disposed
of all that
that wasn’t — supposed to be
Supposing we
were as close
As tree gets to leaves
I suppose
An intimacy that rose —
From roots she’d be
‘She Is’
The centerpiece,
the womb,
where love lives, where love is,
the womb
Where love grows
‘She knows’
‘She is’ where love lives