I am wrapped in sameness, love.
You often ask me the names for flowers and trees.
I like to take you arm.
We always welcome the breeze.

When you reach for me,
On a path walking past familiar fields,
Noticing small changes,
Different fences, more land planted,
Or walking to a silent meeting,
where we might chat gently
To others who we are coming to know better,
Our bodies know how they best fit together
So that we can continue to move forward.
Its like a dance we perfect all the time.
I half turn to face you
Your hands on my waist.

Sometimes there's a tweek,
A small change,
An action more fluid,
A feeling of acomplishment,
Like a word used in a different language,
when its learnt,
and ours to speak.