I kiss you—across hundreds of separating years.

i'm glad to be alive in a world where his gently awakening eyes nourish the morning sun

It was like getting a love letter from a tree

Eyes closed forever to find you-

There is a life which
if I could have it
I would have chosen for myself from the beginning

The elements are so easy to love, they compress everything into a drop, a flame, a rock, a breeze. I love every mountain when I love this struggling pebble. Smooth and kissable. I love everything when I love you. I love you. I love everything

Take my hands
in your hands,

teach me to remember,
teach me
not to remember.

(from H.D.'s piece, "Helen in Egypt")

What if we could say to each other: I want to enter a mutual process of deconstruction with you, starting with the things I am most ashamed of.