and sailed across
rivers, lakes and oceans
I'm getting less interested
in owning things and feelings
Owning seems to carry
an awkward weight
that slowly sinks me
into a quagmire
People step into my orbit—
accidentally or on purpose
with different
perspectives
and stories
I let them play with me—
I swim in the games
and feel the energy
When they hurt me—
I dip into sadness
yet try not to judge them
As they seduce me—
I dive deep into pleasure
like slipping into trance
When they love me—
I embrace their lips with mine
and feel the gratitude
I even let them own me
so I don't have to
and can let them go
They always
become mine
without me
owning them