September 6th, 2020
I toe the line
you turn away
I reach over
play my fingers down
the heat off your back
My other hand,
the strong one
grabs back
holding tightly
to a solid life
Between us
the great universe
sighs,
remembers this
long ago sweet story.
I dangle reaching,
past woven vines
brushed with rain
your arms
hang to your sides
your eyes pull me back
To skin once smooth
belly once flat
fingers not quite so swollen with
this constant reaching
