Hush now,
Comes the morning wind
On leaves soft like heaven sends.
I rub my nose to the air slowly,
My face cupped in warm caress.

I draw, ink pen in hand.
And the lines move me,
The white space pleasing.

I am in a cool funk
Maybe I should slow down.

I am
Poised in stillness suddenly
And only I know it is not silent retreat
But a calm serenity of being.

Slide your hands along me.
The inside of elbow and wrist,
Your strength pressing, testing.

Swaying softly to slow beats
I move in the rythm of me
Thinking of you.