already under

the clouds are dragging water
refusing to let go and
let the billow of empty have them 

you are open like a bow
tight with inevitable soaring 
flinching at each tiny shift of fingers 
pleading your unreadiness

I will kiss your fluttering eyelids 
as many times as you ask
give you my weight in
steady currents, tether
the siren of your desire
in the lapping sway of my trust

there isn’t anything to do or
not do and you are a prayer shawl 
hugging the shoulders of each tiny truth
pressing soft hands to a belly swollen 
with too much contradiction, massaging
clenched teeth in bitter medicines of change