I told her that I love the sculpture
we're working on, as we change
the shape of space that lies between us
and space has become the frontier
I want to erase, where vibrations of light
encounter no barriers, sharing becomes
a watercolor painting that has the touch
and feel of love as art.
I think it's how we search for the stones
in each other's paths, how I can tell her
it's ok to trust her feelings, or she
unravels my meaning from a confused thread
of emotion
how she admires the sinewy beauty of
David's hand carved in marble, knowing the path
of the mysterious, eloquent, sage
is inherently the pond we gaze into
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Submission Name: the mentor
