rEvolving

in a whirl, we lose ourselves
in progression, our transgressions
feel less obvious
at the time of impact
caught interrupted by
desiring more from ourselves
and all the things that swallow us
choking on even the smallest of pieces

do I deliver you? can anyone really
ever get someone else there-
and so I do my best
to fit comfortably underneath your arms
enjoying their strength
while your weight bears down on me
and happy to be your human crutch
sometimes, it's okay to hold your lean

I like the way you feel
against me, fragile
but not too carefully, I toss you
around and around
until our moments become one blur
of all we hope to make out of love and living;
the echoes of our resonation
bouncing off the walls in passion
for the eternity of our possibilities