I embrace you
and planets collide;
worlds wash over each other
like the woolen breast of my coat
your silken and bare shoulder.
we walked this earth like a pair of rich fools.
The wind would rip at the clothes on our backs
and we would brave it anyways, blinded by
unsettled dust from unknown borders.
With our noses red and our lips chapped,
the passing hours would slip away
like socked feet slip between bed sheets.
you pressed your ear to my beating heart
I placed my hand on the small of your back.
I kissed your cheek, rattled off jokes and the anxiety
melted like egg yolk into cheese, butter, and flakes of parsley
standing there, on this porch, with your hands planted
firmly on your hips, You are both
Snowdrift and Avalanche. I stutter and you march off
leaving burnt rubber and branded blacktop…
You are Gone Without Blame
and loving you
is to glide starstruck through a river of salt
or milk, and I can’t decide which
but you perplex me and burnt letter after burnt letter
I still dream of your laughter, I still dream of your touch.