On the Outside of Time

I breathe in want, like honey –
like the smooth slope of caverns.
I breathe out solace –
the silver-capped waves of indigo depths.
I breathe in absence –
the white room with no sound.
I breathe out all need –
releasing to the sea
what will never be found.

On the outside of time,
on the surface of the body –
these lips open and close.
Love, like the deepest cherry red.
Only thought can take me there.

I open up to the thread-like seams
of people flowing into and out of this realm.
The wind shifts – an unexpected dance.
We sway –
we plunge,
but set my sails,
I am constancy.