considering the lengths of two arms swinging in space
it is no small accomplishment to catch and hold a hand
no wonder that we fumble sometimes
reaching for each other as we hurtle forward
or have to pull apart to wipe away what forms
between two pulsing and imperfect beings
but they can seem designed to come together
palm over palm or fingers laced
recalling churches that we made as children
the steeple and all of the people
those ever-patient witnesses
considering the colors of a sunset
not surprising you still struggle to find words that do it justice
maybe you're not even sure whether its end of day
or beginning of night
but either way the woven edge of light
will continue to fray into darkness
what matters is you both see beauty perched on the horizon
and are speechless except to ask aloud
do you see this?
and hear back always
I do.
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