in an indistinct timeless moment you stripped my bolts and muscled open my gussets
my wounds from your entry have healed but my scar is still not mature, a slight flaw
inside my boundaries you left deep impressions with your graffiti scrawl so incandescent
I rouse and my vision is amplified
the next orbit we met between my barefooted walk on the long runway, the seemingly endless straight shaft of land ahead dotted with a hooker oak having fingers that reached for me,
and the deafeningly silent heavy blanket of new fallen snow on forests of cedar and pine, my happy place…
together we filled in the absence of color between the graphic black and white lines of your etched words, and created an abstract masterpiece, my heart woven with yours
What will tonight bring?