This Space
Her innocence resting on her knuckles.
Intersecting yellow corn fields,
between her midwestern fingers.
Cascading golden triangles,
sweeping her corrugated landscape.
I really don't want any more of this
this, this hurt, this pain
from you.
So, here I am.
Finally setting me free,
from your never ending
tenderness.
from your charismatic
chocolate chip cookies.
from your everlasting
complications.
And yet, and yet, and yet
I am pulled back in, back in.
Into this, this...
This space
vibrating between you and me.