our circle

our circle

beyond the outer circle,
into deep space
in a crevice in the concrete.
i will lie.
i will lie
waiting
to comfort your step,
a cushion for the bounce.
a leaf falls to the earth,
yet again to be made new,
recycled possibly
into one human's breath.
i live this life
for the mystery
and ....
hidden spaces, lost time.
the inner circle that beats.
the impulse that drives.
the patterns that are drawn.
and, of course,
for the flowers that bloom
and the fruit that ripens.

beauty, sit on my tongue for a moment,
to help lick the sweat off my lover's brow.