A Park bench and One A.M.

A Park bench and One A.M.

A park bench and one a.m.

Like an invisible crevice in time carved out

To crawl inside and become impervious to all other forces of nature

Except for those sitting juxtaposed in awe

Ashore and implored by the waves crashing in

Like the ending of sunken days

Breaking me under their pressure and telling you

That you make me feel safe, happy, and at peace

You shivering under jackets and insulation breaking down

Letting me crawl inside and wrap you over in my embrace

Compressing the space between us into a singularity

These waves on me like watersheds of so much that

I feel dumbstruck padded down into a palette of grass blades and moon rays

Making angel arms and wrapping up in the blankets of the thought

Of a luminous girl in the lunar refractions bending me over all this

Soaking in that for what it was, wonderful

Rebel ringtones and I have found a home

Coming in the greatest sum of gratitude

For a woman that is able, but is not walking away

In the difference between self-confidence and arrogance

A park bench like a spring board,

Like a trapeze leaping point past questions of you

Asking me if I still felt you were guarded;

Wanting me to hold you and in the s curve of my neck and

My shoulder you found a swan’s nesting place

In that passage of allowance I felt your breathing change

To hear my heartbeat like a back beat to the speeds of finding that elusive median

And your kiss was like feathers breaking me in two

With their softness and the power of a lightning-thief blazing

Shocking me into one peace

Aligned with you in a quake of a burden lifted and a grace descending

And any question I had was in this fire melting;

Feeling more alive in the best day of the year 

Anxious and patient that this is my quotient, denominator of one

To find divisibility without subtraction when adding the numerator of a greater fraction

In the sum of what I have ever hoped

Knowing you did not want to go, that you were not pulling away

I felt the kitten in your compressions of my hands holding you firmly

Feathering a breeze in digits on your skin, kissing you in tenderness like

A flying carpet moving miles of rolled up years in seconds of elevated freedoms allowed

Expounding onto your hand in the cup of my abdomen like a holster for your touch 

Hours slipping into time without meaning of wanting to stay in this until dawn

Knowing your movements had finally settled side saddle to my song. 

I stood up and danced with you in the moonlight, a stance in that lunar-spotlight,

Kissing you sweetly without means of knowing anything else in this world