Ground

We met in a coffee house

When I caught your eye for the first time

Something about the smell of it made me ache

The dull chocolate depth of the earth

Encased in heaping burlap sacks

Your eyes are brown and beautiful

The forgiving soil under my feet

Your skin tastes like sun and suffering

We stared at the river for hours

Sometimes people need that,

To gaze into the deception of a body

That could easily wash them away

Sometimes we need to feel small

Your hands enclosed a rock

Round and god-like

The faint fluttering life in your fingertips

Gently offer worship in steady waves

We climb trees

To be closer to books

We learn to enjoy

Simple things

We love reluctantly

Distrustfully

Pain in every step

Fearful

Flinching

Tail tucked

Tongue flicking

Submissive

We do our best and that seems to keep us afloat

So we can drift for now