when i look at her face

when i look at her faceand i see the pain of living on this planetthe toll taken to journey along her paththe arousal of sympathy I feel swarms like wavespulled by tidal moons across spaces of intensitycontrasting deeply the intimacy which happenswhen i look at her faceand i see the joy of living her path fullycompletely free from the harmful weights that holdher gravely against this pile of rock and dirt and grassthis land which supports her breathing and laughterrolling, toiling and aching for her heartwhen i look at her face