A million times I try in my head
to imagine exactly how this would begin
Would I reach for you,
or you for me?
Would we come together on the same wavelength,
or would one reach and lead the other into the flow?
Next I imagine us shaped like a flower,
centers facing, limbs folded,
staring deep into each other’s eyes.
In broad daylight
sun from an early afternoon
reaches into the room
illuminating the womb of white;
bare and centered.
At the end we say thank you
but stay awhile before departing
in different directions