I ask you. What have our hugs become?
Commitment to each other, it’s a pact. A contract.
I stand by you, you stand by me.
And Why Not? our expectations are lost now that we’ve found our way, or are finding, I should say.
Rooted. Family. This new feeling, she’s my baby on the front looking out, and I see the world in fresh colors and smells, the dream, she returns with a memory telling of future.
Anticipating splatty raindrops
undulating cicadas, hot wind in trees,
Sneeze. Low hum, chirp, silence
Feeling my toes on the grass at sunset.
I long only for the other,
To feel as a part of one.