it honors the sea
to let her
speak–
your secret’s safe
with me.
inspiration
mothered by
my tears
i’ll embrace
tenderness
and
bear conflict
in all its
masks
and rattling
fists,
until disturbed by
none of
it.
in
becoming,
you’ve shed
debris
and found your
place
despite stark
cold,
growing
cozy
as time gets
old.
one way door
into a mind like yours
brimmed with thoughts
of wonder,
two bright eyes
cast
on windexed
glass
enticing me to
enter.
you grasped
at sky
and dragged it
down
to face you
eye to
eye,
then burst every
cloud in
sight.
surrendered in trust
you’ve heard
and know that which
helps seed
grow..
when before
i’d have
just said
no.
hands in the garden 
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