The Outlier

A predetermined path or plan.

There are times when all is simply

Nature raw and untethered to roam,

to ravage and to be what it is.

Just tighten up

The expanse

Barely

Hanging on

As it’s

Progressively

Decaying.

Bound to fall

Hard into you

Soon

My whole being

As eyelids succumb

To the days added weight.

A longing to converge

Where their paths bisect

That is coming

For you.

Slow and determined.

It is patient.

It is deliberate.

A hunger

That is coming

For you,

And it will

For hand holding

Shoulder leaning

And long talks.

The kind of easy

Meandering intimacy

In a fundamental way.

Praying to the gods

This tether will remain.

Whatever we do,

Whatever we see,

When you’re alone

Whether awake

Or under slumbers take

To be in your orbit.

I want your gravity

To take hold of me.

To pull me in.

To hold on.

I want us to be

So deeply connected

That we feel, that we know

We are as one.

Have ever been.