on the morning after the fault lines got clear
the sky was blue and the clouds were white, and the taste of you
stayed in my mouth. i have never been fearless
but around you, i ache for freedom:
for a body that doesn't creak with history, for an
ego unbroken with others' weight.
on this morning my heart stays light.
so steeped in the natural order of things are we
that even the warmth of the sunshine
is a mimic of your arms, the breeze
a kiss between us. remnants all, and memories
i will stay proud to claim.