In a dream I saw a way to love. To survive the breaking of this body into loss. So we stood barefoot near some edge along a river. In mud. No one saw us. Or if anyone saw us, we no longer cared about their seeing. Only our bodies in this space here. Water moves over our bodies. To become awake on the inside of skin. My body alert to this becoming. Brings us to a present before the past disappears Kathy. To live with water washing our skin. I want to come to your body with my body. To come near your skin. To wound. To seize. I take a hold of your bones. You close your mouth. Somehow you keep your eyes open and you see something blue.