you are the slow turning of the skies
white lace curtains in wind
a curving of time
hand to hand
palm to palm
to hand to hand
a holding
sky, no beginning and no end
unasked of heart
and lips and body
and even mind
a love you are
a night running tender
with unclouded eyes
a quiet loving
so lush and overflowing
so may i stretch here
a little while longer
in the answers
we already know