You

You are a field of calm strength.

I could hurl myself against you,

with giggles or growls

for an eternity,

and you would never be breached.

But 

don't you 

sometimes

just want to lie in the sunshine

in the cool green grass

and let the whole world flow through you?

Because it could,

it does - 

just clear your mind

and allow it all, 

the peaceandjoy
the birthanddeath
the ebbandflow the laughter...

it could all be contained in you

or me.

And don't you sometimes wish you could take some of that

and let it flow out of you and into me?

Bodies are the metaphor and the reality;

they are too real to be beautiful

but so beautiful in their realness.

I don't know

any

thing.