If I stop running after you the world will keep moving underneath my feet stones and sticks and dirt and we’ll grind each other down to nothing until the very crown of my skull falls deep into the Styx and smooths out into a bright green pebble
I want you to cup me in your hands and turn me over, press me into your palm and slide me down your fingertips and skip me ‘cross the water
Your mother called it sacrilege and I never knew why
I was always on my knees just like everybody else
But ten, twenty feet closer, curled against you in your bed
They started pulling at my hair when you held onto my hand
I want you to lift me out of it all and flow over me like you do and pull me into the gaps between your atoms and let me melt into you like ice into the river
And I was always helpful I was always helpful after hours we were tired and we all sailed back home small and humble and you there shone like a shooting star like a shooting star above the ocean I was belly up on top with my ears all full of salt