i could sink softly between,
Between our bodies.
Between your words.

i am grateful for your pauses and your silences.
i am grateful for the moments we do not touch.

I could rest there, i think.
i would cry, curled, on the forest floor.
i would burrow deep within the earth,
and maybe you would find me there,
while digging up old jars of marrowed leaves.
I, too, would be marrowed
like ginger root,
clear & sharp.

and we would skim the surface of each other's skin,
wandering, like bent seeds,
into each other's hair,
drifting like rain clouds
like birds
underground.