A lot of ground can be covered in a moment,
ink staining the cells with vibrant pigment;
imprints of days that will never fade
and smiles that will always bring joy to my heart.
You’ve watched me unfold and wash away
the paint that has sunk deep into my pores.
I’m stepping up into who I am,
not hiding away any longer.
There are parts that are blunt, insensitive and uninvolved.
There are parts that are curious, creative and full of love.
Intrigue, sass, laughter, empathy.
Or a void.
You take it all, see it all,
hold it all
because you’re holding me.
At the same time, I’m holding you,
so no matter how we step across the board,
we’re perfectly balanced,
perfectly in place to checkmate
everything that the future might throw at us.
Together. In time.
A dance we take until
the day we vanish.
Until the day we give our final kiss,
if anything about us
and the love that grips us
can even be final.
Treeshallow Musings 