the place of yes
this is the place where
come to dance, naked, unashamed,
and there is not a not-yes anywhere.
to the glow of the midnight moon, if this is what you want— tuck into your pockets a thousand sprigs of budding sunlight and at your hem, stitch the golden threads of childhood hours, each glorious minute that ticks by— always forwards, never back.
to the heavens, that infinite blue sea, the folding of dusk to dawn and
to soaking in streams of northern lights— but only if it fills you with incandescent joy, then
most of all yes to you, to the bone and marrow and the dry deeps in you, heaving to be quenched, yes—
to this most of all— and to you.