I'll never say it lightly -
That I want to dissolve
into the look of your life
Because when I love
It's like the way a flower
sings to the bees -
Where it asks, just for a moment:
"Let me touch your beautiful face
And understand its every aspect"
Which I imagine is also unbearably
close to the feeling
Of falling into the tall grass
of God's heart
That sways in the breeze
That sighs under the sun.