Texture

close my categorizing eyes
release my expectations
let me expand beyond my
pinpoint focus
slowly let this moment slow
slide across my skin so I
may be the object to open space
for the subject of you
still impatience still self-importance
silence thunderclap “I”
so in the quiet aftermath
you may whisper and be heard
give me the texture coarse and strained
the smooth stretches and knots
fill my imagination with your cadence
let me be still while you unravel
the tangled hempen rope of all your dreams
the places you stood still reflecting
the wandering contradictory pathways
of your epiphanies
let me trace the source
of all the smoothed river stones
beneath the surface of your thoughts