pet names and poems in the first week. if i see you twice a month, where will we be in a year? in the quiet dark, walking your dog at midnight, our strides match. each of us dressed to please the other, arrived as a set. we keep finding ourselves on the same page. i'm lucky, most days, if the people i meet are even in the same library. and here you are again, "i know the feeling." i'm diving in. walking in the quiet dark beside you, in a neighborhood i used to know, everything at once strange & familiar. sprinklers under the streetlights. the susurrus of Lead Avenue. my heart circles back. we hold each other tight, create safe space, inside the city night. i've got your back. there's no moon. you're my birthday gift, or i'm yours. somehow, there's no judgment here, no fear or shame. in the quiet dark, when you take my hand, our strides match.
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Date: 2014-04-09 05:39 pm (UTC)Stride
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pet names and poems in the first week.
if i see you twice a month,
where will we be in a year?
in the quiet dark,
walking your dog at midnight,
our strides match.
each of us dressed to please the other,
arrived as a set.
we keep finding ourselves on the same page.
i'm lucky, most days, if the people i meet
are even in the same library.
and here you are again,
"i know the feeling."
i'm diving in. walking
in the quiet dark beside you,
in a neighborhood i used to know,
everything at once strange & familiar.
sprinklers under the streetlights.
the susurrus of Lead Avenue.
my heart circles back.
we hold each other tight, create
safe space, inside the city night.
i've got your back.
there's no moon. you're
my birthday gift, or i'm yours. somehow,
there's no judgment here, no fear
or shame. in the quiet dark,
when you take my hand,
our strides match.