Against Anxiety

You go with the push

of irregular winds,

with sun a brilliance

and a sorrow,

with a drifting of old friends

and a sprouting of new.

 

You go beneath

the beckoning moon,

under the stoic moon,

below the amber moon

and the unfathomable sky.

 

The rhythm in your ears is the throb

and drum of other hearts,

the wax and wane of yours,

the hum of remix and renewal.

 

You go to dream the dreams of others

and to find that they dream yours,

and you and they are hope and loss

and joy and struggle and the next great step ahead.

Cherish

You are the girliest

girl I know.

I say so knowing you

to be a woman of deeds,

of experience, a woman

possessed of a gaze

and a touch that heals

all who fall

under your tender regard.

 

But yet you

are always the girl

I have wished to join

on journeys

and at rest.

 

You instill a wish in me

to do what I can

with every thought and tool

that I can wield to protect

all that there is of you.

 

To lie with that girl,

to trace with cautious fingertips

every curve of you,

to make sweetness and murmur,

to hum and to twist,

to stretch minutes like taffy,

to linger in those moments,

languid and liquid,

to soar and to swoon,

winging our way to a rapture

that is only ours,

to make.