Vows
Julia Ponder
Our past territories
were lands left behind
with a cadence of urgency.
You move your hands
over my body and so
much has changed
since they began. Could words
describe how to complete
this terraforming?
They exist outside
seafoam clouds, wet dirt,
starling air, and high altitudes.
So, tell me
a thing about you
no one knows.
Then, I will reach back
into my own topography
and find some edge
to meet yours, some cliff of
longing that is the final
piece. Our secrets will intertwine in
a mossy knoll of rock, a fragile
ecosystem that only
we can travel to, barefooted.