In your company
we hop to the top,
our held hands hold
the air we draw on
near the summit;
running gravity out of town,
what goes up
not coming down.

Maybe,
now,
nine
planets near
enough to name;
another lucky thing
to exist
in the time of you.

You're practically a mantra now,
sans repetition
held soft
in a good dream;
I forget your name
in the bloom of now.

I barely heard the noise outside
but knew it was loud
when others started teeming in,
thanking me for fission skill
and atomic will.
I hadn't the heart to tell them
the thinking of you
made the earth clap,
not the heating of hydrogen;
I knew we were the equal parts of the same element
and realising that
I was in my element;
a space shared with you,
that boomed
and sounded like the start of a big bomb.

The bright in your face
makes all my butterflies
come out,
it's the natural reaction to such dazzle;
so simple, so rising.

A roar of suggestion
now as faint
as ancient pillars
holding up air,
majesty diminished
by time
but still rooted
in a ground that sparkled
with the start of bloom;
a run to fantastic
that never came soon.

With swift intuition
Christmas day
always feels like Christmas day,
it's own unique parapet
where reach becomes now,
& close grows,
& cats
always land on their feet
& know the meaning of treats ; grub full.
You've made every Christmas good,
you're too good.
Settling platforms for festive forms
where love is the norm,
as papers' torn.