you say your thoughts with the sweetness
of a flower, soft against the cheek
as it brushes past to my ears
i hold a space for you, my hands a
womb for growing hearts, a spot to
rest when you are weary
a place to sing where you are heard
in your eyes lives the brightness
of possibility, a spring ever rising
with new sight
in your arms is a patience, a slow
unwinding of the web of what
then a weaving of something true.
just be now, you say.
and it’s all i need to hear.