you hold my hand so gently
by your side
tracing the curves, the boundaries
marveling at its weight
and lightness
you cup my fluttering and kiss
my tears
and remind me of my legs
holding steady, sturdy, strong
the body that carries me
your awe at me
your strength and vulnerability
it bleeds into my skin
wrapping me with trust
and love and togetherness
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be
waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn
amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming