Fascia (to the hands that hold me together)

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To contagious smiles sparked in me

Like an inside joke, never told

The eyes that open wider 

And the oaks that part their limbs 

to let the deep blue horizon through

That cold air that seeps through the 

crack under my front door

Nipping at my toes and

I pull everything near me close and

if they push away, I pull tighter

with every fiber in

the tips of my fingers and I 

leave my mark on their memory —

A red indent where my palms 

cracked around this small experience

I get to share in

 

I’m an infinite expanse

of endless ties 

and knots around our fingers

With infinite threads between them

And gentle braids 

that fingers trace 

to remember that moment we grew

around each other like trees,

dripping in wisteria