and hold my heart with 

dirt-streaked hands. 

press the mess of you into 

my soul and let us wonder 

at what blooms beneath your palms. 

for the rest of our rotations, 

our evolutions on this sun-drenched earth, 

be by my side. 

For the rest of our journeys,  

when your feet fall on dew-soaked grass, 

may they fall in step with mine.