The hug you pulled me into several weeks ago,
while I stood, you sat in your chair
you lifted my shirt, pressed your cheek to my stomach
and just held me there
I realized
that you missed me
a revelation that you never wanted me to walk away
as you sat memorizing the reality of your face
against my skin
...and there we were again
silently, more in love than ever before.
Shit, baby.... I don't know how I feel about this except,
you are my earth. You don't keep me grounded
but you spin underneath of my feet
it's so grand and unfathomable that I don't realize
the power
it moves me to silence
our path is unmarked
still finding our way
(Compost Heap, 2010. rd)
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