on pointed toes

everything else remains

a distraction 

until we meet. 

the rain, the snow, the placid summer air

is not as kind as your arms 

as they pull me up 

against your chest. 

i thought in "never"

before this year. 

now, I think of you 

and rest in the salt water 

of your skin

as the day drips down your neck

and I am completely overcome.

the way you look at me

when the light is low. 

this. forever.