Anno Domini

our little talks are like marbles--
i trip and fall so deeply into us.
seems i should bruise, but
i am cushioned
by clouds
of you.

and if your soul feels heavy
let me hold some.
for pieces of you
go well
with pieces
of me.

quiet heart, can you hear me
roaring at this darkness? like a waterfall
dried up,
you say.

like a waterfall dried up,
you say, because our love
is in what's done, not
what is displayed.