I realized I had posted the genesis of a recent poem a few weeks ago--my May 13th entry. The finished poem:

The Veil

We ride between the slip-stream
the soul between
folding pressure of time,
a dance in electric emotion.
your heart calls to mine,
but there is no distance
between us.

We are the same

One

conversation under skin
a power dance,
romance across lines of flowing white
tendrils catch me in a silky web of
comforting seduction before the feast.

veil pierced
time slips
past and present one
how do we know where to go?
when to go?
how to go?
we only know the taste
of need to know
how to close the distance,
but there is no distance

between us we
are the same
One

Feast that satisfies no physical hunger.
Soul need
Swallow this sticky soul bun,
this chakra salsa, cinnamon dance.
Heart beat music
swallows the sound
of memory connecting cells.
Now
there is no distance
between us. We are the same

One.  ¶ 5:38 PM