Tenuous Love
Our relationship is tenuous at best.
I know you by the sounds you make
when touching me at night.
Now and then, mid-day bright,
I hear a thunder of applause.
No doubt for your staccato dance,
producing chance encounters
on my mind without a cause.
Showering me with sound that’s found
inside each draft of air.
I cannot tell you when or where
but I feel it as a movement
raising hair upon my arms.
Stillness fills the sky.
A calm of great power,
felt within the presence
of something that might end you.
I have known your love this way.
You know me in ways I cannot fathom.
Our blood filling with the essence
of each other’s life. I have spilled
your moisture from my eyes.
We speak with the same tongue,
swimming in each other’s wake
throughout our lives.
Creeks and rivers and rivulets
of passion draw us in, floating
upon each other’s waters.
Moving freely into spreading limbs,
stomping our feet upon the surface
of each other’s soul. I feel your touch
upon my naked skin without, and then within.
A touch that’s tenuous at best,
moving with an unknown purpose
I cannot pronounce.
Moving through care that is always there.
Shouting loudly, “I am here!!”
Oh Love forever in the now,
alone I come to visit thou.
A future or a past you have not known.
Your touch, shall in the end, become my own.
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