i follow your
footsteps
back to the
place
where we go
to be alone
(together)

your imprints
dwarf mine
you make me feel
so small
in the best
possible
way

we sit
on the patch
we've claimed
as our own
and recount
the same stories
again

(we laugh
harder
than the
first time
we heard
them
even though
i could
recite yours
as my own)

we sit
with no space
between us
(our calveskneesthighs
hipsfingerselbowsshoulders)
blending together
in a melting ***
of summer
(springwinterfall)
love

the lake ripples
gently
our souls ebb
& flow
with the pull
of the moon
light
over our heads

(i'm oh so very happy
to be entwined entirely
around
your wonderful
wonderful
wonderful
finger)

now, tell me that story again