A soul lives in the every element of the universe.
In every leaf on every tree, in all gusts of all air,
in all baskets held under the arms of your lovers.
Two figures walk into the mist and hold their hands up
announcing to the other to: "Listen for a second..."
They've heard you rustling in the tall ferns of the mountain dampness.
The aroma of decaying tree bark and wet ground slips into their nostrils and they inhale deeply.
A soul resides at the depths of sea and at sharpest,
whitest edge of the uppermost portion of the highest cloud-form.
Two faces cast their stare into the cumulus formations.
Leaning against the glass, half asleep, they force their eyes to blink and refocus.
They've spotted your shadow as it fell conspicuously from behind you.
Sixteen sunspots shift and pacify their notions.
A soul hides behind you as you labor and weep, as you pull and beckon,
and as you try and try and try and try and try.
Two sets of hands softly dip into the river's edge as it ribbons past them and away into the dim light.
They've felt your life and tasted your sweetness upon their tongues.
A nearby tuft of cattails dance to the river's morning song and capture their senses.
A soul lives in the every particle of light, in every moloclue of space...
In every motion of your lovers' legs and hands and hips and necks.
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