Meadowsweet

I want to gather you up in my arms like meadowsweet Smell the earth in my hands like an unfired pot Feel and taste the brackish waters that surround your feet Have you leaned against me like a willowy clothes prop? I want to switchblade like shadows in a mingling dance Have a mutual share in all your footsteps Before, during and after any untoward mischance. Have volumes past and future written as us as bookends. Dairies of memories with more to be transcribed I want to smell your hair every morning Like certain types of hay pre-bloom scythed. I want to make botanical sketches, constantly absorbing. Something heavenly to see and to touch, I want to trace your body across star maps And experience every particle and molecule and vouch There is nothing in you or our love that ever lacks.