Two wholes approaching, joining,
Slipping into balance
Promises kept, trust’s pleasant tension
Clasped hands softly holding
Tribal flag flying, fluttering in time
Rallied round, rejoicing
All communities fail
But not here, not today
Hail in the cornfield
She changes us
Listening again for the first time
Fields whispering promise when the storm ends
Delicate friction, the mother of need
A mote in the fire’s breath
Longing for fuel and fan
Pleasure smoldering
Still waters, the glass darkly frozen
Welcome bridges unexpected, created and held
Bliss found across their spans
The ice is thin near the tepid shore
We open to each other in love’s sky
Two hearts circling, faithful, hopeful
Our bodies tuning to heaven’s odd meter
Gyring together, orbits opening, distance closing
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