fingers stretching cold toward your flame
I have been the gray sky and the thunder
and you have been the rain
that lets the ground drink fresh water
and my fences were never iron
only aging wood and lattice work around flower beds
and you have found the hinge and the gate
I have been shaking frozen
all bare branches and sleeping for months
but you have hung tire swings in me
you have reminded me of spring
and we have made a singing silence
blanketing ourselves in rest
we have woven safety nets like hammocks
and I have been waiting all this time
to tell you how much
I love you
