it is wide and soft and I can swing my arms around and discover all the space I need.
i can walk and lose my feet in the thick plush floor and walls; sing and hear the echoes.
i can move from side to side.
all is heat and fluid.
new.
those pockets have been thawed.
the ice, burned away from the compression and release, retreats and bears the tender things
like, tears
and forgotten feelings.
winter survives the summer.
hold your hand here, at my ribcage, and let my breath rest against the borderland
waiting for spring.
spring.
comes.
it is so tender to let the big sky in.
i am so small.
so, sit with me awhile and let me imagine your smile and what it would feel like to land.
the two of you, carrying such simple flowers, have the power to break the moon in half with your gaze.
it is the way you love.
one drop is enough to shake the waves from the shore and call them back to sea.
one drop more and the planets tremble.
it feels so good to try.
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