Centres: shrine

Today, I went to the shrine, planning to place flowers, colours in your form,

Construct an effigy, a figure, to tell you, my love forlorn, to impress my own,

Self upon yours, offered poetics of my hips, swaying to song, rhythms of hope,

To one become, somehow, effortlessly, carrying me along, a goddess, I know not how,

Like a wind which passes, thru my shrine, the flower shakes, reconfigures its frame,

Fathomless, I know not who I am, and who will I fall in love with today, and the shrine

Breaks, a different you, I lose control, I’ve fallen in love with a new you again, my obeisance