Our love at first
our spirts encountering each other
light
towers
spears shooting into the air
shinning
sparkling in the sun,
sailing epiphanies
Then the physical
super delicious, sweet curvy
juicy
sliding, pushing, slipping
licking
into dark tunnels
and bending fabric slides
then clouds
catching us
billows of trust
pillows
resting comfort home
and all the things i wanted to tell you
from my long journey
stories tumbling out
and then
the pain of being here
in this world
still.
doubt
fear
and the work
of building a bottom
slow
laying the bricks of trust
over and over
that hold up
our spirts
as they walk
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