Open Water

Describe the image of God in the darkness:

You live broken, you live small, lest someone makes you smaller, lest someone break you. You are Black body, container, vessel, property.

In moments such as these, time acts as it does in your relationship, falling away; past, present and future melding in the warmth of their touch.

You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know to love is to be a whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal.

Or do you dance, even when you don’t know the song?

Your smile a grand piano, the glint in her eye like the twinkle of hands caressing ivory keys. The rhythmic strum of a double bass the inert grace she has been blessed with, moving her body in ways which astound. A pair of soloists in conversations so harmonious, one struggles to separate. You are not the musicians but the music.

the small moans of reluctance slipping from your mouths not enough to convey what you are feeling. Not that words are ever enough.

You said to trust is not to fill time, but you would like to say to trust is to fill that time with each other.

To not fill your time with someone is to trust, and to trust is to love.