A Slip of Time

I am born to you,
a rebirth in time
like the morning sun
takes its place
in the tranquil sky
like the way
my hand slips
so easily into
the small of your back
it is this alterity, this
change lifts my heart
nearer to you circling,
coming ‘round like the way
you smell in the same
way the clouds bear rain
on a fire’s flight of
birds singing, I sing in
the same gasp of breath
that brings me to you
brings me home
to the time of us.

 

©K. James Ribble

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