and you know i did.
the moment your transmission appeared
in my hand
i pushed back on my truth
to present less self-interested
who am i to ask for what is not mine?
how was i to know i'd plunge?
a kind of fall without even wings
to land so securely upon a devotion
unforeseen and sincere
it's real, you know?
the mine that is yours
and the yours that is mine.
it's not a pretend codification.
that's not how i see it, anyway
it's more like a braiding:
fated strands that can only cohere with the other
but, i get it.
your delicacy so refined
it was only a matter of time.
so i stand here pleased
and, for you.
with an endless unrestricted affection.
and that is all it can be.