We Become A Holy Place
...we can know each other as rivers that nourish and deserts that purify.
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If the world can breathe
through the skin of a frog,
I can kiss your face
and know everything you feel.
If the world can make sage-rain-fragrance
cling to the hanging, low breeze
like honey wrapped around my tongue,
then I can lean my body into yours
and feel the heat of the Earth's core
between us.
If my eyes can make one promise to your eyes
and keep that promise
then we can know each other
as rivers that nourish and deserts that purify.
If you and I are possible,
then we can become a holy place.
Sublime, Tim. Thank you.