I Like Your Wonder

I like your wonder,

It falls neatly into mine.

It’s crazy and it’s frenzy

And it’s ultimately fine.

I like your infinite,

It wanders round my curves.

It finds no edge to cling to,

So it folds and broadens and observes.

You’re like a breath that wakes me,

Startles me wide-eyed and bereft,

I’m not a wanderer, or a rooted thing,

My spine has broke, arose and left.

You twist and tie me,

You loosen and rip and free this.

I unwind and seize beneath you,

Your fingers compose this wildness.