We stood there as the light painted us.

We stood there as the light painted us.

And a thousand warm words rushed up into my mouth begging to be spoken.

The light climbed up from our toes to the stretch of our legs.

It spread across our arms and wrapped around our abdomens.

Crawled across our chests, our necks, our chins, our pulsing lips.

It reached our eyes and danced and glowed through our lids.

And still, we stood there as the light left and passed over us.

And my thousand warm words escaped unspoken. 
My cold tongue heavy. Locked.

And I’m quieter now than I was before.

we have no words for the same things.

we have no words for the same things.

and find comfort in ambivalence. the need to give name to everything has gone missing. we explain with our eyes. my tongue rests. my brain smiles. my heart knows.

this winter my impatience grew old and withered. my urgency crawled toward its shelf to retire. and Now appeared bright and modest. eyes closed, smiling.

the warmest emotion melted the boundaries of you and not-you.
of me and not-me.

the shades of blue that appear in your steps.

the trails of warmth you leave in our places.

the yous in the hanging green vines of Lucile. they lunge to touch me as i pass.

you make me lose my adjectives.