BEACH COMB

perfect timing, i love you.

combing through the months,

pressing the process

like we pressed espresso into portafilters,

like we pressed our lips when we found my beauty.

you always knew. 

but like white crystal veils, the cold is as lovely as the warm

the curtains of our dreams

shudder, glitter, and melt

and it sounds like rain.

pacing.

it's slow and spacious

no torrent all at once

spirit swims among space, time, numb.

there, suddenly here

gentle arrested breath

and i know the difference,

it's a matter of air.

thin for flying.

long winter park walks, 

notes of earl grey and evergreen.

lost without you.

but you found me,

fiery leaves swirling

my pillar at night

and when I awake,

I am still with you.

my new york dress hangs glittering.

you clothe me in light.