It’s like sitting beneath a tree
maple
oak
redwood
magnolia.
How the small of your back
sets into impressed strength
alligator trunk spine.
You trust in me
because you trust yourself
this moment will not go anywhere.
Under a sea of leaves
translucent as glass
bubbles of gold
azure blue
you dream of waking oxygen
slow motion kisses
swirls of breath
to cradle tired lungs.
Inside my chest the animal stirs.
Crunchy knees creak in the dark
chip away warm paths
found in sleepless hearts
as we find a place to land
against a life lived without.
Saved by revelation
quiet as Sunday church
we sip sweet tea
marry our swinging ankles
to Spanish moss whispers
we listen
to the gospel
of thunder.