MoonLune

It’s the deepest breath I’ve taken all day.

There’s a glint in my eye as I register the slopes of your face.

Even without my glasses bending light and refracting it, I would know your shape in a crowd of many people.

I would know your laugh.

It would carry me to any section of the room, almost all parts of the world, anywhere you are is where I would want to be.

I reach for you across my threadbare covers that I took midday naps on in college.

You could move me into a crying spell as I listen to lovable little fears and thoughts that stretch into fables.

Regale me with tales of painful lesson, share with me your favorite book about the boy and the fox and the rose.

With your words you’ve propped me up, the sinews of me, fortified by the voice we only use with each other.

I fall into the heaps of you with every turn of your mind, displayed across any hour we spend together.

Every glance from you steadies me, I exist to bring you berries, share your confidence, hold you with our history.

You’re my favorite tree, the coastal breeze, get-well soup, and hummingbird wings.

Your love is pitless cherry, the warmth in my winter pockets, music in my throat, the knots in my laces.

It’s the deepest breath I’ve taken all day.