dear r,
i love the sounds
your breath makes as
vowels emerge from
under the bridge raising
[suspicion]
[volumes]
[stakes]
we make shapes
with our fingers
your hands found something
mine
i cant believe
this is where i am
i told myself i wouldn’t
be
i am proud of my barriers
and your strength
against them or through them
far enough in to
get a good picture
this love is a risk
who should move first?
your hands find something
mine
we are both here.
love,
JANEisnotplain 7.07
