it's one day past now.

three years.

or three decades.

enough time to 

fractal 

and

spiral wide open

i ripple.

not without purpose.

she kisses me softly

take it slow.

i kiss her back

and make big moves 

in tiny notebooks.

i’m anxious 

in our 

decision to be unanchored 

but.

not settling 

doesn’t mean we can’t 

be medicine 

for one another.