from time to time
the ease at which i love
becomes a curse
weeds grown up
claim the best of me
a heart at once forgiving
the ache of destinies
a moment of allowance –
beyond the reach
of need

i wait
without regard
for how you wear your shirt
colors not yet made
to match your eyes
i wait
in silent disbelief
of things i dare not change
the way your fingers
wrap the world
in mine

. . .