gaze locks and hearts open, into
an embrace soft like moss
promise me you'll listen
to yourself
promise me you'll try
blueberry kisses one spring afternoon
buds unfurl, leaves splay open
and we melt into each other
everything is receptive
everything is alive
camping under the new moon
Orion protecting our slumber
a warm puppy between us
something we devoted ourselves to
someone we could raise, in love
Appalachia holds us, rocks us,
pours blessings over us
saying, "yes, Child, this is good."
"Yes, Child - this is sweet and holy and true."