zen corner at Marines [with Young Summer]

used to stop there,
exact symmetry
of the lightest breeze
entering the tailbone,
the backbone 
celestial trunk through 
which heaven flows
unrolled

ethereal being,
eyes closed, nods,
the mildest smile
The breeze whistles then
"come back, come back,
soon, my dearest, come back" 
the skin all bristling 

Waves that Rolled you Under - Young Summer