We lie back first in grass
Still scenting from its afternoon trim.
Two planets in orbit,
drawn and repelled by the existence of the other,
I fall back into my ellipse beside you.
Now only homesickness
or a stranger’s cologne
draws my mind back here.
There’s something about innocence.
How it settles itself deeper within the dark places
the more it’s taken from you.
Mangled and isolated, fear protects the world from past patterns.
Who knows what becomes of broken hearts rooted in the well-floor of the self?
Oh to soar, to fall into the blue–
Eyes earthward toward the uncut dandelion sky below.