I like your wonder,
it falls neatly into mine.
It’s crazy and it’s frenzy.
Thrill and terror intertwined.
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 thrum had broken, arose and left.
You twist and tie me,
You loosen and rip and free this.
I unwind and seize beneath you,
Your fingers rein this wildness.