Seeing

Hands. Wind cascading.
Interweaved in the breadth and breath.
Heavy, happy. Extended.
Like ours.
Taunting bare. Free and piercing.
Heart. Made me look.
And legs.
And blazing burnished newly uncovered extent.
Explodes calmly powerful.
Love.
A circle.
Wrists once timid and tender.
Completed.
In the most perfect way there ever was.
Willed friendly tears.
And bounding feet down,
Continued.
And the hard believed love started to appear.