Being warmed
dips and rises
it’s another lesson in heart beats
and listening
that stops the breath
I know the wants will come and go like they always have
familiar
what brown eyes turn hazel turn true
you picked me
again
the summer I missed the figs
wildfires hadn’t even stopped my picking before
but somehow all of the airplanes did
it took me a long time to learn that it takes me a long time to learn
I touch my heart to connect with your heart and wear a mask
I long to get my soft point understood
and dissolved
under the piles of what I think I want