Pathways

Brooke Soulsby

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                                               oh
                         to feel the length of our weighted moments
                                         as if in space.
to be       I want to be wrapped up
                  in your embrace, infinite
to be       I long to bury my nose
                  into your neck and breathe in
                                    the oils of your skin
                                             oxygen.

I have fallen
     for you
     months
         upon
         a year ago now, and
I learn
      more and more            about what that means as we
                 orbit
               ‘round & ‘round
      the Sun              the Moon
                                               and soon
to be steadily
        tenderly                  I               anticipate.

                             ◈

      paths planted      crossing           in transit
fond creation                    moving
      occurring as if
                            in vines sprouting from the Earth we walk,
                                 grasping at our ankles to hold us
                                              converging
         then release

run wild                        imprinted.
in overlap         step back
we rise                 like dancers        flirtation                 pull
together                          synchronised.
                    our rhythms like Cupid’s harpsichord strings being plucked—
steadily
     tenderly                   singing.              To be with you
at last.

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