grass

i know it feels
like fresh spring dew
as sun
emerges from his resting depths
and casts himself across the painted valley
illuminating
the careful work
of moon:
spiraling seeds yearning
to reach air they have yet to touch
which breathes itself
upon grasses which crystallize
its hallowed breath
into love poems
that the morning light frees
saying
there is nothing that exists between us
there is nothing that exists
all is limitless
i feel you in my veins
it is quiet and we are here together
we are everywhere and everything
we are the universe before it was born
we are forever collapsing into ourselves
you are every part of my body
we are different from each other
only so that you may touch me
and i may feel it
and remember
that eternally
i am breathing you in