walking with you or simply being near..
the words we share, however true, inspired, beautiful,
fall on dead hearts and paralyzed limbs.
instead, wishing existence where you, in momentless presence,
withold simple gratitudes you grant
unworthy peers--
(all these beyond want
yet still a base desire).
though nothing vile, perverse--
i wish to keep this imperfection pure.
whatever falls from your grip,
graceful, slowly floating,
,,,
i want to catch and clasp forever.
something you've at some time deemed worthy to protect,
where you felt through fingertips
viable vitality in more than you..
i want to put my hands there too.