Your Becoming is My Joy

Their is such a peace within you 

An undercurrent of ease

That I know you’ve practiced 

That I know was given to you by dismissal 

By neglect 

You’ve learned to take your time

Because none of this really matters anyway 

Consciousness shoved into bodies 

Yours soft and desired

Molded by clay and needles 

You are still becoming 

And your becoming is my joy 

It is my refuge 

We become together 

In ways that I didn’t know would fit 

I wrap myself so tight around you 

I forget, which leg is mine 

Which lip is wet

Which life is real 

Are you imagined or am I 

Can I hold you forever or just for some time