three inches of white
creeping up the stones
around our backyard tree
the snow owns the earth
and all I can think about
is proclaiming that i, too, am owned
you have me
with all this cold
the world needs some warmth
with all these lies, something true
and maybe the declaration of us
can be both?
let’s write it on parchment
nail it to the door
after all, i am reformed by your touch
every time we meet
he was trying to remember
how she so fully captured him
but “captured” didn’t feel like the right word
even though he knew that’s what had happened
captured like the earth captures the rain
captured like a flower captures the sun
captured like the trees capture the wind
captured like a heart in a cage of ribs
but it was no use
how can you be captured
by something so essential to you?
how can the very thing you are
also be your captor?
and in questioning, he found his answer
she had made him one with her
and captured him in the process
you are my citrus
a sweetened twinge on my tongue
my delicious one
what is it like
to be so lovely
to see the world
through those beautiful eyes
what is it like
to live in the slipstream
to speed past the darkness
and wander the skies
from this vantage point
high above the loneliness
you look so happy