Hold

The first time I met you we *censored*ed, going down in a tangle of energy in the dark room like the blue light that shoots from a socket when a cord is tugged carelessly from a wall. Are you here with me? rolled over and over in my head as we climbed and slapped at each other, coming up different paths to reach the same destination There's a mountain top that exists in a …

…was barren, with flat grey rock and small tufts of dried grass. We were so high we had passed the tree line. The view went on for miles. When we *censored* I hold you tightly now, lest your body become another flowered hilltop, another place I'm not sure I've been. Let me feel the climb, the ache, the exhaustion. Mark this: I want to remember the journey, what I held along the way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**