knees touching, hands apart
the pattern bends into a circle
of symmetrical proportions

and we move around this
space, angle to angle
breath to breath

encapsulated.

you were before me,
but i left first
my footsteps leading you
to our next destination where
i would move away from the piles
of thick basil and sweet rosemary to
find you there again
behind me

and as i chose the red fruits of my open
desire and watched you move between
the line of invisible spectators
i knew we would again create
a dance of symmetry

an open bud unfolding into a bright sky
never to cross again