HAWN FAWN

You are the significance. / Plain mouth exerting brute force. / Fiery vocation with caramelized thighs and soft edges. / Gaping holes purged of glory but my god knows your worth. / In darkest night, disrupting endless moments / My tongue spins silk words to blanket shivering limbs quilted from nouns, articles, prepositions. / Even if your face had no name / It would still silence the Earth.

You belong here, where the mountains, sand, and water meet and align, and the uprooted trees will be our jungle gyms. We will plant our seeds and propagate our lives by the blue-green sea on the verge of the horizon. You will be salty and bronze and beautiful and I will be loyal and light and unwavering.

You belong here, between the light and airy escape, between the outstretched spaces of my fingers. Where there is fire in my palms, and fractures in the epidermal cleavages; in the place behind my knee and the secret spot on my neck, that is where you should be.

You belong here, with nimble feet and coherent eyes. In specks of rain water and on the verge of colder nights, blaring lights will cast the city anew. Then rest will settle in this place and the grays will have molted into something, anything, less bleak. Bones will thaw, veins dilate, and love will fumigate the bitterness of yesteryears. In this place, with expectancy raining down and air so clean, you'll long, you'll belong.