this bent door
frame
in this old
room
boasts your height
etched in
time
and
i’m reminded
that lives are measured
in moments,
not
markings.
mindfulness
like pink ribbons tied
on branches
you lend color to
the natural,
hot and
flush,
your accents
make me
blush
beyond the
flesh.
tension reached
its break
with the birth of
an embrace
that blazed through
every secret
that kept us at
arm’s length.
why not meet me
up a tree?
and let’s see if we
can sleep,
while night wind
nips our
limbs
the stars
dim.
at rest within
this breath–
i’ll exhale
without regret,
i saw the glimpse
and dreamt
it in
with hope you’d
found it
too.
sun rose from
your shoulder blades
and i saluted
a fresh
day
still shaking
off old
sleep
from another
blessed
dream.
if love is
water
then wave’s a
kiss,
full and bracing upon
parched
lips.
you drop bread
crumbs as
love,
as i fade to my
own heart
and each time, i chase
your gracious
trail
right back to where
we start.
you smiled
a bit,
and i hid..
like a
kid,
for you had
melted years within
and found me home
again.
braced to your
wing,
wind whipping
skin–
a trust
sheltered within.
hands in the garden 
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