forecast

you call out to me
in distant whispers
resounding in my heart
with echoes of desire

how can I hold innocence
when his fibers erode
leaving only scraps
to hold us together

my imagination
you tap each ounce
of a spine that longs
to fit the curve of yours

love allows this
expansion of unknowns
to gather closely
in my chest

and all of this
contemplation begs me
to report my findings-
I love you