As a heated wool blanket
thrown over my inward world
daring it to peek out
from it’s secret storm of tears
with a nod, a smile, a what’s that
a touch on the shoulder
of lessons on how men embrace
and how it feels
to be with someone
in that moment
holding
the other up
reveling in who they are
whispering as god might echo in a canyon
no one believes in you more than me
and listening so intent that breath becomes shallow
and takes moments
and forgets and stops
for fear you might miss a pause a moment a nod
so hangs every word
as wind that sits among the leaves
and waits for permission to move
and then moves as one heart
I know you
and that parts of me
are somehow
like parts of you
and that my story
is somehow
your story
a sacred story
a sacred time
a sacred journey
of which you held to a light
and what I was hiding
somehow grew
as something with tap roots
and i took that first breath greedily in the sun
and you were there to receive me