Connection

Our friendship deepens
with easy slowness.
I feel your gradual trust
bloom,
my own tendriling out.

We learn with childlike affection
that each is safe for the other.

Fondness moves between us
bridging into tender vulnerability.
I think I will be your friend
a long time.

Shyly, we turn our pages
for each other,
our bindings stiff and tight.
We are careful with each other.

I don't read you quickly.
The writing in your margins
must be puzzled out.
I trace my fingers
carefully over the letters,
and you read mine
with brow furrowed
with concentration.

So serious
a soul.
So sweet.

You place some of my words in your journal.
I read them,
and feel union.

You understand me,
and my binding softens,
into buttery kidskin.

I am greatful for you
in my life.