Roll Me Up

Roll me up
In the hammock of your heart
Hold me close
With the fine ideal
Of our connection

We are two
In the same time
Referencing a common sight
Looking at the waves
Of our sharing

Kneeling each to each
In the lamb white
Of our common
Communion, like all creatures
Of this earth

We are foundlings seeking
Home, subject to the test
Of time lengthening
Our grasp of what it means
To be here

I roll
You roll
We meet and part
Meet again
Over and over

Always subject to all ways of our being

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