she calls him the moon
he asks if it is because he is encompassing
she explains it is because he is light
___
she writes
and he sees himself
in the wind
in shifting tide
in a white gull-feather blown free across sand
wind is the lusty element she explains
he smiles
recognizing himself in her terms
there are other elements
he offers
fire, rain, earth
maybe i'm earth
she laughs
and responds
inside
the earth of my hand your winds blow
skies balance
___
when she questions
he answers quietly, in terms she might understand
because it is so
____
night is long
she writes
longer and longer still
he replies
his heart nestled birdlike
in her palm
i am not the man you
think i am he muses
here,
she opens her fingers
is your heart in my hand
m
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