sacred layers

 

 

unfeigned

without artifice 

we traverse

along the edge of a sphere

which never feels round enough

 

yet we meet again

and

again

muddling our way

eager, then shy

fingers cup cheeks

lips whisper hello

eyes to eyes

connect

we try

 

until forever

which seems so far

from

now

 

your black shirt

swells like a winter storm

in Maine

 

around the turn you go

like a murmuration of starlings

beautiful beyond feeling

 

my weary soles

want to run

but miles are between

us now,

 

or are you just behind me

once more?