Climbing clouds down to their source
I stumbled into Hae.mi in the Himalayas
She winked at me before we got to the tip
Of the Asian pacific rim of trust
It didn’t take long to know her wetness
The liquid laugh and sighs of freedom
Discovery was not what it once was
But the breezy evening of everything together
The density and timing of our moving lives
That pulls the knots out of their ruts
As warmth spills in-between the skin
That are the neurotransmitters of our insight
The weaving of consciousness and body’s self
And genes that got us this far, instinct
Where the azure brilliance of thirst no longer
Obeying the salt of hope, but thunder
And an inkling for lightning in the pools
Where mothers of pearl are in our blood
And our lips are the roots of talking and energy
That we pass around like stories of how to float
In an ocean of so much beauty, we sometimes forget
How and why we met, thousands of years ago
And why familiarity never dulled, how we moved
Together underwater, properly, in airy fields of dream.
Wuji Seshat 