: two pines

between two pines
I grew you
a set of dreams that shimmered slightly when you walked
up and down the pebbled path with purpose, sandy, damp.
among the stars
I knew you
looked up every once in a while and took a sip of winter
held it tightly, and blinked back twenty years of gazing, still.

this time last year we were premature and stressed
oh, now we've done too much
too soon, take me back to a June where the light stayed up late with us as
we drank to the heat, to hand holding, to heart handling, to hair tousling
to the same kind of tomorrow 
and tomorrow.

: oh may oh my

In the June hurricane I shivered about a sidewalk
bordered by discarded umbrellas and soggy sandals, I
squeezed the handle hard, headed for a new home and hoped--

In the June grass I rolled, skin stained and the skirt of my dress
We walked our toes to callous, drank our insides silly
Fire is alive and well, alive and well, and well--

In the June moon I saw two pairs of eyes strain
against the stars, swearing truths about the past.
Look at what happened. What happened? What happened.
We made it happen, we made it, we made
We.