we would meet here tenderly
in the middle
of the space
wood floor beneath our feet
you would look
a search for clarity
& it would start
my weight into yours
your weight into mine
until we were suspended
in play
in levity
in joy
in force
in rage
but you would meet me here
this much i know
i would stand on your forearms
& that would be enough
-n.nigro 2018