posted February 9, 2025
with you I have no need to pretend to be
a stream or pond settled to translucence
instead wide with you I flow down into deltas
muddied and starred with shells in blank heat
dappled with trees the trunks of your knees
are long and lean the garment of your spirit
drapes without hurry where boats knock
against themselves docked at the clock of light
I keep time by the rhythm of their worn bones
even in my dreams I love you