I am stretched over the mountains.
I wait at the edge of the continent by the water in a house filled with light in the morning and the evening with warm wood floors to toss glints around the room. I have started to speak your name around the city - it's moving through the valleys and mountains in spreads and whispers, breeze chimes of the future.
My hair will be a tangle of leaves.
You won't tell the difference between its strands and tree roots.
Kiss me into the mountain
Fuck me in wool blankets
I melt into you, the earth.
The days peel off get longer warmer one by one stretching time across the mountains to where you're still in winter. The strengthening sun draws me down through the forest down the cliffs to the water and I beg the ocean for you to materialize in front of me -
soon, soon to the steadfast
the water calls.
I am stretched across the mountains
to where you are in winter
steadfast
material
soul sent ahead of you
safe at my house
light, by the water
at the edge of the continent
I wait
steadfast
glinting
for you in real life.
