Echo

I can't breathe underwater like I used to.
Today, it's a play between structure and freedom,
a thickening of the atmosphere between us...it touches souls. 



Each movement of time
that passes with blinding speed
causes me to beg you to slow.
Please, be like molasses, only inching
through to tomorrows. 
Echoes of time, I welcome you.
Only to beg you, 
    move slow.

Relax

In the morning go, dream still.
Hurry! Touch, wrap, roll, kiss, create.
Carry yourself into what you will
                                                become.