Your tiny being

Your tiny being

fits:

through the closing of my hand

over the prints of my feet

in the flexion of my joints

below the weather of my experience

on the mantle of my shoulders

around the going of my lips

above the clouds of my head

amid the daydream of my thoughts

down the straws of my throat

within the ventricles of my heart

along the detours of my spine

across the difference of my need

under the ring of my arms

inside the frame of my standing

against the cushion of my shape

before the sea of my horizon

 

Your tiny being fits despite:

the echoes of my doubt

the age of my love

the heat of my impatience

the shadow of my loss

the limp of my distance

and           the creases of my time

 

Your tiny being

fits

is the Greatest presence I have ever known

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