&You; spoke to me
We were at the yard sale
Picking through old gems and dog-eared pages
Your skin brushed mine
&You; tell me that Jesus will hold me
But I know you will, too

You are earth and trees
&I; am water
I will sustain you
I will feed you what you need

You are flowers &I; am the blue, blue sky
You are still flowers when I am grey, grey
You are constant and I am fluid
I am the vaulting skies, and the unknown ocean.
I am passion &movement; &instabilty;

I was going to tell you I loved you
Nervous hands Quiet mouth Stupidstupidstupid me
I hand you a teapot instead