Tumbling

Tumble above, below and all around me. I want to feel the wind you create as you contort your form to encircle me. I shall remain perfectly still, infinitely quiet while standing suspended in the sphere of your presence. My every sense, brought to life by your movement, will reach for you in the exquisite hope of taking you in, of becoming a part of you and you a part of me. Color my world with your every intention. Whether it be light or dark. I am endlessly open to the vibrant and somber hues of your heart. So tumble, my love. Keep tumbling....