how was the world before our skin met?
was there glimmer? butterscotch .... the linger of mint?
did licorice pour from your veins to flannel pockets of mirth?
did icicles recite tales of the battle of Dunkirk?
did energy collide to form thundersnow?
did children laugh as they swung high to low?
however that works
wherever you go
the place where you are is home for my soul
whatever it means
across fields of time
the place where you are is home for my kind
so somewhere in Cali
beneath a sun with tongues of blue
I know you love me
and
my truth
is you
my truth
is you
