KEEPING THINGS WHOLE**

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

Let’s stay this way.
Old white t-shirt stained with grass on the floor while axe cologne lingers in my nostrils.
Visit my hair with your fingertips, let not one strand be neglected for then I shall be neglected.
Eventually, place your hand on my cheek to steady your lips as you gently kiss me.

Look into my eyes.
Oh! How I love looking into the oceans you carry; my soul ventures with the intent of being lost.
Visit, I will visit and mark every island with a whispered “I love you”.
Eventually, after much elapsed cradling of waves I will let myself be found.

Let your thoughts of the outside world jump the tracks, fall into a river, and drown.
Only, snag the thoughts of you and me from falling into forgetfulness.
Visit my arms and I will become gravity, holding you to my chest as you listen to our heart.
Eventually, let’s give ourselves to weariness as we listen to our heart.