This thing
with you
is still being defined,
but even in its infancy
it runs deep.
Linear time
ceased to exist
from our inception
and I feel I have known you
forever.
Both bearing scars,
we are
watchful,
cautious, and
vigilant,
but unfolding all the same,
bit by delicate bit.
I find myself wanting
to protect and
be protected,
to nurture and
be nurtured,
to listen and
be heard.
Perhaps we are
balanced
after a lifetime of tipped scales,
equals
following too many inequalities,
closers
and we’ll settle no more.
Only time
knows
and she will tell
when she is ready.
~ Mk Michaels, 2014
