I WANT TO SEE YOU IN THE DAYLIGHT
NAKED
PLAYING INNOCENTLY
LIKE CHILDREN
SKETCHING SLOWLY — THE MURAL OF OUR LIVES
I WENT DOWN INTO MYSELF TO
SURFACE THE PARTS OF MYSELF I KEEP QUIET/SILENT
MY FEELINGS ABOUT YOU TAKE FLIGHT
WHAT SHELTER CAN I GIVE THEM?
IN THE THICK OF MY BROW, I WONDER
WHAT YOU THINK/FEEL I FEEL/THINK ABOUT US
THOUGHTLESSLY — YOU FEEL SO RIGHT NEXT TO ME
WITH STRENGTH — I AM HELPLESSLY MOVED
TO TEARS — TO WRITE — TO YOU
AND I CAN’T HELP BUT ADORN YOUR FEET
YOUR FOUNDATION
NOR TRY TO ENCASE YOUR GOODLOVE
THAT WHICH SPAWNS AND LETS NOURISHMENT DEPART
WITH GIFTS
I HEAR YOUR VOICE/WORDS/INNER SELF AND KNOW YOU ARE RIGHT
AND WHILE IN MOTION
I WAIT FOR US TO GO TO SHARE YOUR SPACE
IN THE DAYLIGHT
© B.Michael Hunter 1988
