I wish you'd try

We can and do talk
about anything. Every now and then,
we cross some kind
of line, and it's
awkward, then.
And wonderful, like I'm learning
the first and best lessons of life

after all of our learned and wise
explorations, always so perfectly
at our ease.
Which is wonderful, too! As we know
ourselves. But finding myself
where we're both at a loss,
and muddling through, and so
finding you - it feels natural, it feels

so pretty please,
so easy to do, not so comfortable -
as if nature were ours, and okay
to be lost. As if awkwardness was
the epiphany state

where everything feels
like you don't know the way
because you've found the place
of ways opening, where

our ignorance can't get enough
of new truths
in adjusting to bliss, and finding
bliss is a thing we can use.

And then we unglow, as happy
as two would expect. And shift
to sure ground, and find
it's still there. We know
that no damage is done. We talk
far too well, I mean

you the world, and you mean

me no wrong. And we can and we do

talk about anything. We can go
anywhere
with our words, and
remain. We go upward and outward,
and inward and through,
as forward we fly. More and more,
I want to go awkward. I wish

we would try.