It is enough tonight
for you to ask, then say the risk can wait,
to know you'll trust my search and yours,
to feel your fingers across the table on mine,
to watch you wind your fork
in circles to eat pasta
from my plate, your spirit
winding onto me like a bobbin
turning quickly to accept your
thread in even lines, cherished
as spun gold, a lifeline,
your question rising up between us
like a moon at dusk, pressing
pressing on the path
ahead, insistent, soft
I wind slowly back
to say that it is time and your
desire to weave with me
the answers that will open into more
questions, set a marker
on a place or two and watch
the fabric grow beneath us
like the ocean plush with possibility,
this is what
is special.
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