You are the happiness I feel every other Thursday,
a stillness to remind me how much things changed
when I let you be my gravity
I have never felt more beautiful
than I do wearing “hello”s that
your hands whisper
into my skin; I let fear
hollow me with
a growing space to want you
as I, viscerally, do want you
May my carousel mind
find the heartbreak
stuck between your teeth?
You still will taste like home.
I will measure you in patient aliquots
breathe you in like careful drags
until the day you fill me completely
and I know you wholly
because knowing you”
how to ride a bike
all my persistence
to stand on my own,
and still I’m falling
and over again.