So.

The little I know about leaving: there is always something that stays. You left long before I could say anything, long before I began to notice.

What used to offer now pulls away; you are three fields ahead of me walking hand-in-hand with what is to you a force of nature. How grateful you are for the presence of a storm, standstill amazement she walks in quiet beauty and does not slip through your fingers, does not run away. Secretly you wonder when the winds will blow her back to a time before you, or hastily push her into a time after.

Are you still afraid that she will leave you the way you leave everyone else. 

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he says 

let me show you how to speak
tongue lightly against 
the insides of teeth, curling 
pressing, peaking--

let me show you 
how to arch a back like a bow,  
sighing an arrow into night,

a night breathing into forests
forests burning into bones

let me show you how a man 

holds a flower with two fingers, 

takes it between his teeth, lips 

par ted --petals un furle d

he says 

let me show you how to tie an animal down
let me show you how to eat with your hands