If my body is a slow-rising twist of smoke,
a narrow trailing evidence of a heart-fire,
you nudge me off my quiet spiral into a wild dispersal
that oxygenates, exhilarates.
If my body is vibration, and it is,
you hum to my frequencies, organizing an internal harmony.
If my body is energy, electricity, and it is,
you know where the turbines spin, can short them out
to open the floodgates.
The huge dam of energy and emotion
flows where it will, a wild ride on tears, sounds, movements.
Rushing out, married to gravity, finding the quickest way
down to clear quiet sunlit pools.
If my body is ideas, and it is,
you show me different stories and inventions, improvise a language
that I remember I speak, and together we laugh and laugh.
And of course I would do the same for you. Any day. Any day.