Imagine us bigger than the sounds we are too desperate to make. Quietly we break down the barriers that have been built between us since love knows no boundaries, surrounded by the ruins of forgiveness and bravery. Hands are calloused from the progression made helping us get here. Holy water is dripping from my eyes and I can only hear our names spoken like it’s the simplest mantras we use to calm ourselves down with. Alleviating the pain she carries, a woman capable of all four courses, using fire as a weapon, her hand around my wrist telling me I am air feeding her flames. The places her fingertips have touched still burn all over my body, places only her and I can see. Yet she still walks in beauty as I see parts of her everywhere I go, providing me with all that I need. Giving me a place to grow inside of her, as we are both the roots and the rose. Growth is a process. Patience is a virtue. Time is a concept I still struggle to grasp. Grounded when I am with her, on top of underneath her, whatever it is that I’ve acquire is because of her.