Centres: my hips, your hips

I went out, threw a locus on the babble, my hips rolled like fish bait,

And there were you, the other, and I’ve seen you before,

But today I saw you for the first time,

You’re all I saw, stranded there, somewhy

You were like a cat washed up, a jacket soaked in tears

– for me –

I bend my knee

And there’s much has swayed passed a year since, and before, in times grace given us,

And given, now, grace to know you’re all

That’s happened, washed ashore, all that’s become

– of us –

You were so sweet, lapping on fate, I could not care

anymore

Tho there was the crowd roared, you’re all I saw

Portrait framed by a car window, I could hang within the universal ocean, with you –

Heart inside, so sweetly now sure

I could not care, tho I said that before,

Now, i see, you’re someplace with me,

You are, both without locus, why not find an isthmus between

You are so important to meaning

You are my All,

Ocean of my being:

– G