Tenuous Love

Our relationship is tenuous at best. I know you by the sounds you make when touching me at night. Now and then, mid-day bright, I hear a thunder of applause. No doubt for your staccato dance, producing chance encounters on my mind without a cause. Showering me with sound that’s found inside each draft of air. I cannot tell you when or where but I feel it as a movement raising hair upon my arms. Stillness fills the sky. A calm of great power, felt within the presence of something that might end you. I have known your love this way. You know me in ways I cannot fathom. Our blood filling with the essence of each other’s life. I have spilled your moisture from my eyes. We speak with the same tongue, swimming in each other’s wake throughout our lives. Creeks and rivers and rivulets of passion draw us in, floating upon each other’s waters. Moving freely into spreading limbs, stomping our feet upon the surface of each other’s soul. I feel your touch upon my naked skin without, and then within. A touch that’s tenuous at best, moving with an unknown purpose I cannot pronounce. Moving through care that is always there. Shouting loudly, “I am here!!” Oh Love forever in the now, alone I come to visit thou. A future or a past you have not known. Your touch, shall in the end, become my own.