The Way We Love
The way we love is how we reach through bramble
It is our gravity and fracture, our weave and fray,
our call sign and caution light
It is how we lose ourselves and keep the ones we have lost
It is the unmatched sock we spare
The way we love is our marrow and myth
the wedding cake in the freezer
It is how we lean and fly face into the hurricane wind
or muse silently above the tarmac, boarding pass in hand
The way we love is our patience and impatience
our tongue and teeth, curse and redemption, cancer and pulse
It is our fingerprint and gait, the scent we cannot replicate
the signature we must
The way we love is how we unfold what is crumpled
to read under an impossible light of forgiveness
It is how we wing it when we sing
in the kitchen, in the car, in the pew
It is the smile just before we say,
"Are you thinking what I’m thinking?"
The way we love is how we wait
for those who cannot keep up in a run
It is how we wick the air before we dive
It is how we pause before we speak
The way we love is how we breathe
And how we breathe
between kisses