even at the start of my 4th lap

you are the flip in my fingers,
the find me in your words
and speak softly speak
like a steady breath in a lapse
of the world.

waterfall love
all over me,
tattered lost needy,
curl into you
and be stretched back to standing--
you'll move me onward, onward.

swirl me pretty 'round and 'round,
a little girl
a little thing, still.
lean on you now, lean there
like you are everything you are.
break apart from my cement structure,
and catch my breath quick
on this beauty,
this love that fills
anything empty.