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For as long as you are young

For as long as you are young
and I can still know the comforts of you, kitten-curled into the
hollowed crook of my arm, wrapped in blankets and nettles —
your warm brown eyes and the barbed tail of your tongue,
even in these tender
days a rapier in your small and unseasoned hands —
watching me watch you
unpuzzling the world
revealing an infinite core of strange and
wondrous half-truths, half-lit
in this low December sun

your legs drawing up
against your chest,
your body a tight ball of sinew
and bone, muscle and joy

I will be astonished
at the arc of years that carried you
from the first moment you lay cradled
along the length of one forearm
your sister balancing the other
weight and counterweight and
the world shifting on its axis
gravity losing its hold
as those illusions I'd treasured as truths
slipped, unbound and
forgotten
in the rush of discovering all
the new commandments
that might hold me fast and
settle into my skin as carved
promises on concrete,
whispered prayers of surrender to

these fleeting moments and long years of
long summer days and quiet nights, cicada-songs
and the steady rasp of air rushing from your
strong lungs, keeping steady metronome time
two, three, four
tracing the slow arc of the moon across the sky
crescent to crescent, harvest to
hidden

holding you tight,
feeling you slip away

with each steady tick to a world I
dream wondrous but
fear will not love you as you deserve to be loved.

I hope that in this, too, I will be wrong.
That for as long as the sharp crescent of your smile
draws wide, draws wry,
draws the tides from shore to distant shore
that for as long as these slow, soft rays
of fading late December sun
glow, then linger, then fade
that my eyes can rise to the horizon
across the growing dark and

there find you, at last,
the risen star:
ascendent, rippling with light,
distant and perfect
your song the slow brush of moonlight against
cascades of icicle, practiced fingers finding home at each
rain-captured key
each sweet note cold and pure and perfect
across these weightless hours, as dark air sparks alight
with sudden butterfly paths of snowfall,
tumbling
twisting soaring
catching your light
vibrating in perfect tune - brittle tips quivering in delight at
each chord and chorus, each shimmering harmonic
and collapse to minor key -
your voice a signature written across the sky

and I will remember, in some small corner of my
small heart,
this moment
when you were as you are now:
curled and comforted and entirely
at home,
wrapped in blankets and the weight
of my hand upon yours.