Concentric Circles
I’m here.
Holding up the sky
It will not fall on you
Not again
In these days once more
When you tell me you canna do it
Not again
Stuttering intakes of breathless oceans apart
Yet so close as to tingle fingertips
Gasping at familiar melodies of desert songbirds
The smell of earth after a rainstorm
Two thousand miles of trust
Between us
And the origin of this collaboration
Of souls
Back to the beginning
Of recognition of you of me and
Me of you and
There is no end
Not this day
Nor tomorrows ever will I
Leave you
For I would cease to breathe.
For my Devin
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