Seasoned Well.

 I love you in the corners of my bones.

I move to the rhythm your heart beats

and when I lose my step to the thunder in my mind,

your gentle touch turns me around;

and I am over matched to your own two feet.

I ask that you help me down this road,

and the words never left my lips.

But you spoke them to heavenly

before I had a chance to converse these things.

Author's Note

06.23.2014