set in sun i sleep
walking in sun, i dream
rise-floating like smoke seeping breath through the skin of me.
a woman is a tree; and man a river be.
we are both and neither of these
as we move: life cycle to life,
feeling the light deepen a groove
rotate planets roun the sun
while my fingers, wet by tongue
search salt and sweet in sunlit dream
eyes half-closed and seeing deep.
does my love reach those in need?
or am I here soaked in dream,
revolving roun the sun in me.
kate sweeney photo, me