seeing him
felt like missing a step

the ghost of a long-gone foundation
made my stomach drop

"How has it changed?"
they ask

how has it changed?
well,

like how dawn turns to day,
in a thousand sparkling ways

you have become
a vessel for my thoughts

an us has been born
that we both simply adore

a thread of security and importance
ties together all that we do

please let this not
be too good to be true

i've never before
had my breath
taken away

it's exhilerating

we were walking along a tightrope
(a very dangerous affair)

we should've seen it coming

the softest gust of wind
tipped us over the edge

down and down we go
tumbling, falling

just don't let go of my hand

my bedsheets smell like you
and my skin echoes
with the feeling of your touch

how am I supposed to sleep?

I want to breathe you in

let your warmth
fill every inch of me

how divine,
how exquisite
would that be?

When I was younger
I used to notice with wonder
all the exquisite details of earth

the wiggly wet earthworms that came out after a rain
the pompous blades of grass that sprung up in the spring
the twinkling rays of sun peeking out behind swirling clouds

I sure knew what I was doing, huh?