departing. the unparting.
if parts become a whole,
when parted, a departure returns you back to self.
the whole we both began as before
partly me, partly you, mainly
we became and will continue to be.
little moments of before and in the instance of now
(causing the marriage of my pen and this paper)
you and I will sow, nurture, and water
over the approaching and ever-nowness of this specific departure.
Your tanned knees a pendulum
as they sway left
and right lulling me into calmness,
reminding me that what goes up
so innocuous that even I know this is a moment that noneotherwise would require a
fancy frame. the same knees that so perfectly cup the hinds of my legs, entangled
amongst the sheets, held
so close in your arms.
Although you cannot will the winds in the sky to hasten a tornado the
de-struction is inevitable. and necessary. for change.
I cannot--will not-- rush our season, our time, our This. this bond so deep
that it scares me just as much, just as far as it pulls me in
bulldoze whatever was real before you and make room for all the greatness
our wonder can be.
Both as whole individuals, and part of the whole that is our love.
How remarkable to find you here. How lovely to dive deeply, oh so willingly into your
warm waters. How far will you let me love you?
How close is too far?