unknowable to one another for many years in passing,
something resonated in me each time you grazed by,
a nameless recognition of being tethered together before,
that I’ll eventually understand the whispers and clinging
clues always drawing me back to you.
To the familiar heat of your breath clouding my face,
the specific texture of lips that force me to
Emerge from sleep and any room I wake to is
hushed with the same stillness,
aching with the absence of who I have yet to truly
surround the heart of and I lay here running my hands
along the spaces you’ve yet to occupy
like tracts of land I cannot forget.
We’re moving without a sound a sound through dark oceans,
only aware of the cold depths we must pass through alone,
but something in me paused,
warmed by the faintest spark.
A distant candle’s final wavering glimmer,
hinting that we’ve been here before and light these spaces together,
that one of us reached for the other,
tethered and falling into one another so we drift beyond
Clues and twisting threads to emerge from dark remote waters,
any shore from there will never ache with stillness again.
The countless grains of sand clinging to your hair,
the waves dancing and crashing
as our hands roam along one another,
your lips making a home with mine.
They are all familiar and new every time,
the faintest, nameless sparks of the warmth that will
always tether you to me.
