Home is So Close

Each moment is ripe with tenderness,

Each moment softer than the last

With you, like

Fruit plucked from a tree,

Cradled in the softest part of my

Hands and tucked into the crook

Of my heart’s largest swell –

An ocean’s wave of the

Gentlest humming, and the warmest

Caress of a lover’s touch

Between my legs, quietly,

Full-breathed; and here, the

New year cracked wide open

Like a cold sky,

Like a mirrorglass, transformed,

Reflecting your childhood crooked teeth,

Reciting Wizard of Oz on repeat, and my

Broken elbow

In the pockets of air beneath

2003, but today

The world is frozen and

Home is so close,

Being built thread by thread

Together today and tomorrow

Onwards

Until one day we will pick it all up

And fly it to a new time

And continue

knitting our solitudes

Until they’re thick with love


Cover Photo by Kristen Topich.

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