emptiness passes between us—
myself & deep forest;
myself & vast sky;
myself & babbling creeks.
emptiness passes between us
like a silk screen
lace window, we peer
into each other & all i see
are patterns that trail through
space, make forests,
patterns—
i surrender to them
& life feels at ease
lace—
i wear around my
neck & breasts
casts vignettes onto
my body, creamy
flesh, spiderwebs
emptiness—
lazily draws circles
of incense smoke
back up to the sun
emptiness passes between us—
drive for miles to find
these places — portals
By Amber Marie